Reading was his only joy
He had a mind none could destroy
And a heart so pure and true
Peter lived a quiet life
Free from care, free from strife
Til he saw her with the knife
A nymph named Betty Lou.
Betty Lou was dressed in black
Silver chains across her back
A panther on relaxed attack
She killed the very air.
Peter thought her quite alarming
Boldness in her manner charming
Never capable of harming
Her solitary stare.
Peter looked at Betty Lou
And said, “That’s the girl for you,
If only she weren’t four foot two
She balances like glass.”
Betty Lou was pretty wise
Stealing him with vixen eyes
He thought her Venus in disguise
And so he made a pass.
Peter didn’t see the action
Blame it on his pure distraction
Little Betty slew by fraction
Cutting out his heart
As she held it bloody beating
In warm hands with chill defeating
And found it such fun worth repeating
She thought, “It’s just the start.”