Widow in the apartment


In a room with no windows
There lived a woman, a lonely widow.
Sometimes very suspicious she behaved,
She seems to be living there by herself.

Never did I see her coming outside,
Except for a few times during the night,
It seemed there was something she was trying to hide,
I know this because of my room, It was right by her side.

When I was on my way to my room one day,
I heard the sirens coming from the apartment’s way.
I became suspicious and afraid,
It was coming from the place where I stayed.

I hurried into the building when I saw the parked police cars,
All of a sudden I saw the widow handcuffed on the stairs.
She was a thief I later discovered,
And was living in the building, undercover.

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