“I will kill that bastard” said the husky voice
He had been uncertain
Up until the bastard slept with his wife.
Although their love
Had not much ado
The bastard still
Had no right to go in the meadow.
Now to kill the bastard husky needed a plan
He knew him pretty well
The bastard wasn’t a great man.
The bastard was rich and lived on the border
He had one weird trait
That to keep things in order.
He thought and thought and then he realized
He didn’t have to kill the bastard
Not once not even twice.
Owned a Da Vinci, the bastard was rich
There saw an opening, husky, the son of a bitch.
Sneaked into the house
The painting he tilted.
Glued it to the wall
And his anger he vented.
The bastard when saw this
Went absurd and fainted.
To repair the irreparable
He’d have to tear down what Da Vinci painted.
Husky got the Bastard
He had killed him with dilemma
Only then he relaxed and went to the cinema.
