Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Die Verse

Two poets came to visit me.
They had some new poems to share.
I baked a scone and served with tea.
The scone contained rat poison there.
These poets were lousy at verse.
I could no longer bear to hear
Their poetry, that just got worse.
For their loss, I would share no tear.
They gobbled down the scone, and soon
Were dead poets sprawled on the floor.
I picked up a fallen teaspoon,
And smiled. They'd bother me no more.

A fact that is not too well known -
That I killed two bards with one scone.