Just Desserts

We met by chance
in an ice-cream parlour.
He said he was addicted to ice-cream and
liked to end every meal with it.
Turned out he was addicted to a lot of things,
like alcohol, other women
and slapping me about.
I wasn't supposed to complain, so I didn't,
I just told him I was leaving
and that I'd stocked the freezer
so he wouldn't starve.
I don't know how long it will take him
to get to the ice-cream with the poison in it,
but after all,
“Revenge is a dish best served cold,” isn't it?

 

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