Mystery woman resolved
She moved into our block, for
it was surely ours,
All the women were in total
shock, tried to find her out for hours,
The mystery woman and her
son, a mother to a fatherless lad,
Not a kind word from anyone,
was there to be heard, given, or had,
Men smiled as she went about
her day, this mother to a fatherless child,
With no one about, they had
plenty to say, their eyes suddenly beguiled,
To no avail did anyone get,
an ounce of information,
The rumour mill was already
set, for gossip and assassination,
Some said her man had gone to
jail, for too many a drunken brawl,
A marriage that was doomed to
fail, from one too many a fall,
Others thought she buried
him, in a forgotten plot of land,
Her father in a temperas
whim, killed him with one hand,
Still no one thought to ask
the lady, her present circumstance,
Preferring to think of all
things shady, or some such happenstance,
She kept her business to
herself, her son attended school,
Whether she was on or off the
marriage shelf, she was nobody’s fool,
I’d listened to these
rumours, for many a long hard day,
The knots in the women’s
bloomers, I’d hear what she had to say,
So I asked when we had met,
walking up the street,
Information I aimed to get,
the rumours to defeat,
Mystery woman I said, there
is gossip along this road,
That you had a man now dead,
the women’s brains are in overload,
It seemed she had a man, who
died in an accident upon a farm,
From tragedy she ran, ending
in a place so full of yarns,
If the women are so worried,
might they not help a girl in need?
Instead of unfounded words
too hurried, their idle lives, to rumour feed,
All she saw was feet, her man
dead beneath the truck,
And for the gossips on this
street, tell them I couldn’t give a f**k
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