Christine Newton-John, forty-one
Had a husband with whom she was done;
Younger was she
Than his seventy-three,
No longer were they having fun.
James was the husband by name,
Thirty years senior and lame;
To exercise James
To a swimming pool came,
But that wasn’t her goal or her aim.
Once he was into the pool,
Her actions decidedly cruel;
Too tired to swim,
Lacking vigor and vim,
She pushed ‘til he ran out of fuel.
Video cameras reflect,
To swimming he’d start to object;
When he tried to get out,
She dragged him about,
Every effort of his redirect.
Forty-three times she’d prevent
His effort from pool to ascent;
By his arms and his feet,
Like a piece of dead meat,
Dragged him around ‘til he’s spent.
His heart finally came to a rest,
No beating was heard in his chest;
With intent and a will
Her husband she’d kill
Christine is soon under arrest.
Guilty she’d plead to a crime,
But only five years will do time;
Though the video shows
What everyone knows,
There’s no sound so it’s all seen in mime.
Though the visuals still quite profound,
The state said without any sound
The defense could attest
He requested no rest
And that James simply swam ‘til he drowned.
She’s freed of the man as desired,
She’ll do a few years as required;
Return to the street,
Her life to complete
Unencumbered by one she retired.