Curtain Twitcher

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.