A disturbing act to save him...

Sweet tears of hers,
Fool him to let her into his arms,
He does he not realize that all she causes is harm,
His knowledge of sense slowly blurs...

Now he is just a shell,
Dead inside, caught under her spell,
Under her control,
She has mutilated your soul.

Her pretty face,
Her dainty body,
I would love to disembody,
Knowing her she'll try to die with grace!
But this I will not dignify,
For her body will sit in a barrel,
In weeks of waste she will acidify,
And no longer will he be in any peril.

Of coarse I cannot protect him forever,
But knowing that she is out of his life,
Lets me be sure he will find a better wife,
And if she's not suitable I always have my meat-clever!

A poem for those very over-protective mothers that need to know when its time to let go!