Bill had a mistress--hell, everyone knew;
just figured it was none of our affair.
And if Linda knew too, why should we care?
She didn't, though; nor we what she would do.
They had two kids: Joseph, a lively lad,
the image of his father; then young Sue,
as pretty as a China doll--the two
of them life's dearest treasure to their dad.
When Linda found Bill out--no one knows how,
or else won't fess up--something broke inside.
She called her children in to take a bath
and drowned them both like cats. They say that now
ten years since Bill's heartbroken suicide,
only the rain makes Weeping Linda laugh.
1 comment:
Is there such a thing as whimsical noir? If not, you may have just invented it.:)
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