She buried the bodies down by the orchard grove
It's so pretty in spring
You just gotta go
The flowers grow tall
When the sun goes low
You gotta go
She didn’t kill him just for fun
No fun was had that day
He had the looks that said okay
It was just his mouth
That did betray
She was just an easy lay
The years rolled by
And time forgot
All until that day
The storm unearthed
What was buried
Down by orchard grove
He pushed her awake
Gave her the news
Something about orchard grove
They found dead people down there
Wasn’t that the place
You left in disgrace
She laughed
He had the looks that said okay
It was just his mouth
That did betray
She killed him quick
Burying him next to pear tree, Rick
Sometimes late at night
They come back to say hello
Some scream indignity
Others scream hell no
It was like having good friends around the stove
The bodies buried down by orchard grove.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2022 04:28
- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Morning Paul.Ghost stories,and "dead bodies" A sure fire way to start Monday.Cleverly crafted as always.
And talking of the dead.I'm back 😱
You taking a break
I went on self imposed gardening leave for a few months,to recharge the batteries,and complete a rockery in my mother's garden 🥵
Am now back to post more chaotic scribblings.
One rockery complete, I take it.
What a ghost story! This was a fun read, I liked the details and vivid imageries. Thanks for sharing!
Ghostly Monday, makes you want to stay in bed.
More like a metaphor of a woman's past that she can be optimistic about regardless of the morbidity.. one can only look at it as moving on.. great write Mr Bell 🌹
She did move on, straight to prison. lol
Oh dear lol!
Ooooh. Hey, was that woman Grimaldin?
Her disciple.
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