Mystery Woman

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Mystery WomanJane's man got in his Chevroletsaid he'd be gone till Saturdaypecked her goodbye and drove off down the blockwell, Jane watched her stories n soapsthat night dug out her telescopeand what she saw gave her quite a shockpeeped in her neighbor's house, though it was pretty darkhe was fightin' with his wife, and holdin' somethin' sharpoh, she was an amateur sleuthtryin' to find out the truthwatched Matlock n Murder, She Wroteread between the lines on ranson notesAgatha Christie on her shelfshe considered herselfa mystery womannext day he was hosin' out his trunksaid he must've hit a skunkbut Jane thought that's where he'd hid his wifeshe nosed around his garageand in the backseat of his Dodgeshe saw red stains on a randall knifeshe ran home and made a call, time to get the law involvedshe knew they'd thank her, cos the case was solvedoh, she was an amateur sleuthtryin' to find out the truthlike the Hardy Boys n Nancy Drewknew the smallest thing was a clueAgatha Christie on her shelfshe considered herselfa mystery womanwell, when the cops fin'lly showed upher neighbor was sure the bloodwas from deerskinning a few days backthen it turned out his wifewas very much aliveholed up in some nearby love shackwhen they told her the news, Jane still didn't understandwhy the neighbor's wife, was stayin' with her manoh, she was an amateur sleuthtryin' to find out the truthbut just because she looked like Scooby-Doodidn't mean she ever had a clueAgatha Christie on her shelfshe considered herselfa mystery woman(c)2007 Robert George