[Jitter]
Will you pose for me?

[Jeune]
Why, Jitter, show a little decorum!

[Jitter]
A funny thing happened on the way to decorum

What would be the matter with the murder of a model?
If the model were a moron in the middle of a muddle?
And the murderer was manic
And admittedly demented
But then, later, he repented
When they tried to circumvent it
Even after he assented
That he meant it?

The art of retribution
Depends on
Execution

Shall I use a knife?
No, not on your life
To slash in a passion
Is so out of fashion

Shall I use a gun?
Fun, but overdone
To shoot doesn't suit her
This suitor's astuter

Would it be too grim
To tear her limb from limb?
Alarming, yet charming
And truly
Disarming!

Shall I use a rope?
Shoot her up with dope?
Hemlock is easy
But too Socrates-y

Hats off
To decapitation!
She'll be dead
And I'll get ahead
I'll try not to gloat
As my knife slits her throat
And now she'll be rudely
Subdued

[The "doorbell" rings]

I'm screwed!