She was a lovely lady,

living a lovely life.

She had a lovely family,

she was a lovely wife.

She had a lovely husband,

sometimes he left at night.

He came back in the morning,

with lipstick on his shirt.

Her lovely eyes and lovely smile

were sure to hide her hurt.

That lovely night,

when he crawled into bed.

She took her lovely hammer,

and bashed in his lovely head.