The old wash woman wants to nosey on in

Who are they?

Their car has New Jersey plates.

I see him walking the streets during the day smoking a cigar. Shouldn’t he
be working?

Their horrible over the front door sign reads, “Bite me.”

I saw them both sitting on the cemetery wall the other day kissing. Have
they no respect for the dead?

She mows the lawn and plays hopscotch.

I saw their empty car the other day parked in the cemetery. I fear what
they might be doing on that hallowed ground.

They have a daughter who never seems to attend school. Perhaps I should
call the school.

He was sitting in the cemetery reading de Sade. Blasphemy!

Who are they?

Why are they here?

And, why they won’t return my friendly waves?

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