Fluffy Homicides.
Mr Fluff the grocer
Lived a very troubled life,
But then he made it bearable
By silencing his wife.
A-sharpening his knife was he
As bored as you can be
And then along came Mrs Fluff
Who nagged him endlessly.
At half past three he cut her short,
She stood there speechlessly,
Her head had just rolled out the door
At just gone half past three.
I guess he guessed she'd had enough
When all at once she fell.
Peace at last for Mr Fluff,
And Mrs Fluff as well.