A Dish Best Served Cold

You were mistaken kind sir,
When you chose to choose her.
You followed her into her web of deceit,
& now for your stupidity you will forfeit.
She lured you in to her cruel cruel lair,
Hush now, don't cry - there there.
She hurt you once, she'll do it again,
Yes, yes I'll always be here as your doting friend.
You come round here a broken man,
Can't sleep, can't eat,
Can barely stand.
You come around to be healed,
But little do you know what I conceal.
For you see when you chose that awful bitch,
I sought advice from a wicked witch.
And now you'll eat up what you're served,
And I'll rest easy as it's all deserved.
The pain that you're about to feel,
After you eat this arsenic laced meal...