re: #244 Kenneth

From the Department of Lopping off Body Parts comes this bitter-sweet tale of love gone wrong:

Family axes wedding plans, Egyptian cuts off organ

That’ll show ‘em!

Time for Tom Lehrer:

I hold your hand in mine, dear,
I press it to my lips.
I take a healthy bite
From your dainty fingertips.

My joy would be complete, dear,
If you were only here,
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir.

The night you died I cut it off.
I really don’t know why.
For now each time I kiss it
I get bloodstains on my tie.

I’m sorry now I killed you,
For our love was something fine,
And till they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine.