Mob Caused By Rumor Mill
They come to peek, to point, to laugh and gawk.
They stand in the front, staring from my sidewalk.
I think what kind of weirdos believe every rumor they hear?
I have a feeling most will never call me “my dear”.
What are they saying now? I ask my neighbor Miss Mc Narrised.
You killed another one, she confides, acting a bit embarrassed.
Three husbands missing, one gone just a week or two, mob doth cheer.
Give me a break! I roll my eyes; I have only had a few men disappear.
Murderer! One yells; she is built like a cow that’s been on a diet.
She stirs up the others and they try to cause a full-blown riot.
“Break it up!” The patrol officers say, coming by quick and ready.
“Shhhh!” I warn whimpering coming from the wall. It’s my latest, Freddy.
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