by Nick Gisburne
Call me the happiest woman alive
Proudly preparing this magical meal
Witness the first of the bodies arrive
Fresh from the murderer, ready to peel
Businessmen, brought to a violent end
Strangled and succulent, ripe for the pot
Flavours too precious for poetry, friend
Served on the skeleton, steaming and hot
Pinches of poison and powerful herbs
These are the spiciest secrets of all
Always exotic, the dinner disturbs
Royals and rascals attending the ball
Piling the platters, the feasting begins
Pleased as they chew on my savoury skins
