“My Last Duchess“ from the new bride’s point of view

I am to be given away,

However this duke will me not sway,

For I knew the painter who painted the last lady.

He said that her death was rather shady

And now I cannot help but think

He murdered her without a blink

In his horrible eyes.

Now I sit before him

And I cannot help it, but he is rather grimm.

I do not want to marry him, but father insists

For he wants that extra gold on his wrists.

I want to refuse this man

And hit him with a frying pan,

For he deserves it.