The Butcher's Wife

Written by Nicolette Good. Copyright 2014.

Oh what a mess he made
Working at his butcher’s block
Cutting up ribs and round
Silverside beef and ham hock

He never took too much care
Working his butcher’s knife
And little bits fell to the floor
It didn’t sit right with the butcher’s wife

Even after all these years,
She only ever had one wish
That he bring home something good
And bake it up nice in a casserole dish

Each night when the street grew still
She opened up the butcher’s shop
Took a look at the waste on the floor
And pushed back and forth on the butcher’s mop

She did this night after night
But one night her nerves grew thin
She got out the butcher’s twine,
His knife, and a rolling pin

Even after all these years,
She only ever had one wish
That he bring home something good
And bake it up in a casserole dish

When it came out of the oven,
A pie never looked so nice
You could serve it with a side of greens
Just 25 cents for a slice

His neck and his liver in the dressing
Finished with almond dust
A little bit of sugar in the filling
And her fingerprints in the crust

She worked with the skill of a master
So quiet, no one could’ve heard
And the butcher never said a word
No, he never could say a word

And if you had looked in the window
The only thing you would’ve seen
Was the butcher’s wife pushing that mop back and forth
That shop never looked so clean

Even after all these years,
She only ever had one wish
That he bring home something good
And bake it up in a casserole