What kind of heinous hellhound
would invite his ageing Dad round
and then slice the old man’s gullet ear-to-ear?
This is not a gentle story:
if you’re anathema to gory
I suggest you leave and pet a fallow deer.
Detectives in this bloody case
have launched an international chase
to stop the hellhound getting in the clear.
Let’s hope the patricidal swine
is made to toe the moral line,
whereby we don’t slice Daddy’s gullet ear to ear.
It’s written in the Good Book,
just go and have a good look
if you think it’s right to slice your Daddy dear.
The old paternal gullet
has no need for knife or bullet:
Must I stab you in the neck to make that clear?