like
a bit of juicy gossip.
though
sinful,
it's delightful to have
an earful
of what
Mrs. Smith,
the librarian, is up to
when
she goes away
for the weekend
wearing her wide
white hat,
and carrying her parasol.
tip toeing
out in the dead of night,
with perfume
on and red lipstick
heavy on her lips,
which she never wears
around us.
i believe the mouse
does roar
at times.
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