Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Dispose Of

From my back deck I view the beach,

And there's an abandoned canoe,

An easy distance within reach,

As I am thinking what to do.

My wife and I did have a fight,

One of the many that we've had.

We argued on and through the night.

By morning time things got real bad.

A heavy lamp did strike my head,

That was thrown at me by my wife.

And soon thereafter she was dead,

Stabbed repeatedly by a knife.

My wife I will put in that boat,

And push her out to sea to float.