Busy bodies I really dislike
they come in my house
don’t care if its night
the curtains twitch
they know I’m home
they come to find a scandal to own
neighbours who just want bad news
nosey people, who blow my fuse
why they can’t just leave me be?
my private life is owned to me?
when the gossips not much cop
they try to seek my dirty mop
the dirt is scarce, can’t be seen
they’ll do anything to hear
something mean
the roll of my eyes, you’d think at least
a hint to tell them, my life is clean?
but even then they will not leave
I’ll think of something most obscene?
to show them that, I’m not a gossip
but just for them I’ll let them mop it
my story shocks and off they run
back to the empty house they own
the morning after, I leave for work
police are waiting,
in a hearse
they shout “come on I know where he is”
my face now worried “oh dear”
what do they think?
they take me to a deserted lake
hoping to find my husband Jake.