Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Gild the Lily

I was stuck with an awful wife,

Sweet sounding Lily was her name,

Turned to hell our married life,

So unbearable she became.

She would not hear of a divorce.

Only death would two of us part.

I knew she told the truth of course,

So stabbed a knife into her heart.

In basement freezer in the night,

Stuck her body to keep it cold.

Then went on a drunken delight,

And spray painted her body gold.

To "gild the lily" some do say,

I gilded Lily my own way.