She checks the dog for lice
and then her daughter as well.
the souffle she made is nice,
but her dinner has a terrible smell.
her son brings her a pamphlet
about the degrees of hell.
She makes a him a psychic bet
that the noise will stop in the morn
he hasn’t heard it yet,
but he’s trusted since he was born.
His trust does not suffice
and she stabs him with a devil’s horn.