That Saturday, at tea
Those ladies were all talking about Jennie Lee
She had been seen with the minister, or was it the mailman?
And for poor Jennie Lee, the sadness began

Those ladies then told their friends
And each time, the story bends
Then soon it was the mayor, and the police chief
People trapped in disbelief

And soon enough she was an outcast
She was hurt and harassed
Poor Jennie, cried herself to sleep
She couldn’t believe it, she had become a creep

She was such a good lady
Never were her actions shady
But when the ladies talked, they didn’t stop
And for Jennie Lee, her life took a big drop

People whispered, and people stared
And young Jennie, she became ever so scared
She didn’t come out of her house, not even for mail
For no one asked, just talked with detail

And no one was prepared, for what came next
For all were perplexed
She hung herself, so all could see
What became of Jennie Lee

Everyone wondered why,
But no one would cry
But they never knew,
Jennie Lee was at home, she had no clue

She never went out with the mailman, the minister,
The mayor or the chief, what they cooked up was awfully sinister
Those ladies never knew, they never will
How many saddened souls they kill

Jennie Lee was then old news,
So something new and evil brews
About Nancy and her rendezvous
Another poor spirit those ladies will abuse

Will the gossip ever stop?
Maybe when it kills again
But who can tell?
We don’t know..we never will




Hey, did you hear about that girl.....


...whytt *03