The Woman on the Bench

There was a woman sitting on a bench,
Soon enough she sat there drenched;
The next day she was lying down,
It looked as if she had been drowned;
Only birds twittered, the only sound,
Bugs crawled up the bench up from the ground;
When the sun came up men walked passed,
None of them had the courage to ask;
Why the woman wasn't moving,
The only thing they did was proving;
It was true what had happened to her,
It was nothing but a big blur;
And this is what went wrong,
Someone in a mask was trotting along;
He was holding a sharp knife,
When he took her poor life;
An that is why she didn't lift,
As the cold air went through her body in a drift;
The lady on the bench,
Who was nothing but drenched;
She was nothing but dead, as dead as can be,
She would be safe and sound out of her misery

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