Too Many Suspects
Libby Lou was a professional intermeddler
She had her hands in all most all of the towns people’s pots
Adding carrots and potatoes to some, digging tomatoes out of others
Criticizing the amount of thyme and pepper,
Constantly tasting, moving between their houses, burners and pots
Taking out, putting in, advising everyone, fixing things
Stirring, stirring stirring. Constantly stirring.
She came up missing in the middle of winter, chili fixing season.
We did not find Lilly Lou’s body until the park thawed out in March.
Murder was afoot.
There were potholders placed over her dead not-now-prying eyes.
It must have been a woman killer, the police chief said.
It is potholders, right? A woman’s weapon.
But wait, what about Marty, the short order chef.
Does he use potholders?
Coroner could not figure out cause of death.
Police gave up after a year or two.
Too many suspects.
Whole town knew Lou.
She had been fiddling in their stews for a long time
Criticizing everyone’s pot.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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