Missing For Six Days
I am careful to not look under the mulberry bush at apartment five.
For that is where my meanest of mean great aunt Ginny Madeline lies.
She was bossy, a real shrew, who was always telling me what to do.
I have told no one else but I have decided to trust three friends and you.
You must realize she has been missing for six days and fifteen hours.
Uncle Fred has not noticed, hiding from her for years in his glass office towers.
The police have not come to investigate, her grandnieces are not looking.
I am rather proud of myself for doing her in so easy with my horrible awful cooking.
Creating a little list now of other people who should probably disappear.
Oh, you do not think that is nice? Well, my pretty, come closer, my little dear.
In case you do not know, I have a murdering side that is terrible and bad.
I imagine there will be hundreds who wish they had never made me mad.
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