The Wife

She was so self-assured. But could she be trusted?

Her voice sparkled with joy,
A lie she easily deployed.
Years of hidden deceit,
Acting charitable and sweet.

None of us would have guessed
That she was under an inquest.
It was a mighty shock,
Her husband was killed with a Glock.

Detectives on her tail,
Wanted her locked up without bail.
Waiting on DNA
To seal her personal doomsday.

Walking into the room,
She saw them and started to fume.
Then they began to speak,
Her face turned red, her future bleak.

And as she was handcuffed,
The tears flowed, and she huffed and puffed.
The lilt in her voice, gone,
As the harsh realization dawned.

The evidence was strong,
That she was guilty all along.
Greed is what took his life,
From the hands of his loving wife.


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