by Nick Gisburne
She was bored with her predictable career
But developed quite an interesting plan
She would take a journey, once or twice a year
See the wonders of the world, and kill a man
Nothing ever matched the tingle of those trips
As she added to her bucket list of death
She would always kiss her victim on the lips
Just to share his final moment, one last breath
But a romance, unexpected, changed the rules
Any thoughts of murder faded into dust
Such a gentleman, unlike those other fools
He was caring, kind, a lover she could trust
As they shared a breath of passion, as they kissed
As she died, she joined her killer’s bucket list
