Snapped

What a nasty wee bugger she is
Nagging, prodding, 'shhhh'ing him
He shrinks, silenced by her glare
Grimly hiding his despair

'GIVE ME THAT' she grabbed the steel
Chopping veggies for their meal
'Look here, useless. MY ways's right.
Nothing you do is too bright'

On and on he heard the rant
Sexual failings, baggy scants
When she turned, wagging the blade
He'd enough, his voice was heard

'Shut the fuck up. You're insane.
You'll never torture me again'
Grabbing her, with pent up rage
Stuck the knife in her rib cage

In the cell, he had some clout
Word got round he'd took her out
'Wish my missus was brown bread'
Now a legend, in their head