Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Cover Up

My wife and I got in a fight

Which came to blows as often does.

I hit her face with all my might

With a hammer and dead she was.

I figured that I'd bury her

Late at night out in the back yard.

Her once cute face was wrecked for sure.

Just looking at her was real hard.

Well, I took some newspaper so 

I would not have to see her face,

Something to read when she did go

To her eternal resting place.

My late wife is very well read,

With daily news wrapped 'round her head.