I looked out on my sad suburban street,
The temperatures were at their highest.
No one was moving there was a stillness.
It was even too hot for any gossip to surface.
Opposite my place is Mrs Boogaloo
She undresses by the open window.
I try not to look but can’t help myself.
Next door to her is Mr Sever.
They say he killed his wife.
No-one has seen her for weeks.
Someone even called the Police.
They say the police found a knife with blood on it,
That’s what they say.
Next door on the other side is Mr Sack.
He's 90 years old and they say he used to be a Pedophile.
I don’t know how he stopped but,
people let their kids say hello.
Although they avoid his house at Halloween.
I went away from my window thinking nothing ever
happens in my street.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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