On his deathbed

Sebastian seriously ill lay dying
His wife, Vicky, by his side crying
He roused from his coma briefly
And his pallid lips moved slightly
He whispered "Vicky my darling,"
"Hush" she said. "Rest, no talking"
But he was persistent in his distress
"I have something I must confess."
"There's nothing to confess dearest"
She replied weeping "Please rest"
But Sebastian was not about to cease
"No, no. Vicky I must die in peace,
"I slept with your sister, your mother,
Your best friends, and your brother"
She whispered "I know my sweet one"
"Now let the poison's work be done"

Ha ha ha! Good one! ;)

This is my favourite of all of your poems that I have read over the years. Good job Biggus.

Thanks Kiz, Glad you liked it

Thanks Jerry

Hahaha, oh my, that was unexpected and a comical end!

Thank you, glad you liked it