Murder
At night, with stealth, he crossed town bounds
Unseen by sentries, late lovers or hounds
When he reached the marked homestead
The time was still and eerie-dead
He could not see into the court
Nor could he starboard or port
But a fire was blazing high
Adwoa must be cooking nigh
Movement crossed his vision near
And he drew his trusted spear
And Adwoa took her big, broad fan
Thus unfolded love's cruel plan
Her fanning had a meaning
That her husband was serening
In his corner lazy chair
The spear struck, his head split like a pear
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