Alistair waltz in the maid's headquarters

Two weeks after his wedding.

I dared not to look at him

I may just behead him.

He spoke of a annual

Spring ball

And the arrangements we should make.

And the chef is baking

His finest cake.

The head maid

Janet.

Began shouting out orders

She told me that I

Should move the chairs

Down to the foyer.

Priscilla dearest then said,

"She can't do that! Remember

She's pregnant. She might strain

Her back."

I heard Alistair gasp

But I dare not look at him

For I may just take a knife

And behead him.