Our Neighbors Shelly and Joe

Joe and Shelly’s house is on fire! It is simply and surely ablaze! The flames are incessantly higher. Yet we see him sitting there, in a daze. Mr. Hamilton runs straight in there, We see him through the transparent window. He runs promptly back out with burning hair, Did you get our neighbors Shelly and Joe? You will not believe it he tells us. A mannequin was in Joe’s chair. Firemen come without a fuss. The smell of smoke permeates the air. Tables, computers, cherished photos too Quickly curled up and died that night Made Joe’s almost ex a little blue, What he might do next gave her a fright. Revenge Joe never came back, that conniving scamp. He had cancelled his home owners’ insurance a month ago. Enjoyed the rest of his days playing a guitar in a hobo camp Making his fearful wandering wife a pauper, that little ‘ho.