My Cousin

My cousin hung himself last week,
swear down, I’m talking true.
Of course, there was a girl involved,
and daughter,
makin’ two.

Nobody had expected this,
though lately he’d been down.
Told Sis’ his wife was leavin’ him,
with daughter
flitting town.

His dad took death far worse than most,
sat still while mother screamed.
At ‘do’ after they’d buried Tom,
looked dazed like one who dreamed.

That wife of Tom’s, the 'evil cow,'
had dared to show her face.
Some phony tears,
but no remorse.
No, not a bloody trace!

My cousin, he’s found peace at last,
with Gran and Aunty Sue.
Tom’s dad, my uncle,
sneered at this,
said, he knows that ain't true.