by Nick Gisburne
Victor Ivangio seasons the stew,
Seeking to sicken the love of his life,
Reasons the freedoms of marriage are few,
Sprinkles the medicine, sharpens the knife.
Venus Ivangio watches him work,
Peaking to puncture the plot of his plan,
Follows the fiend with a devious smirk,
Dreams of a scheme to dismantle the man.
Loathing them both, the Ivangio twins
Wangle a rendezvous, luring the two.
Poisonous passions, where nobody wins,
Benefit only a burial crew.
Cruising for dinner, forgiven, they float,
Never suspecting the bomb on the boat.
