The Quaint Cottage Poem by John Ackerman

Off from the beaten path
Near a roaring sea
Stood a quaint cottage quite a mystery
Green moss lined its border
Lived a sophisticated woman who demanded order
Sweeping always cleaning
The soon she would discover
No one dared to pay her a visit but one reporter
He felt she was a mystery of sorts
Blinded by her hidden desire for cleanliness
She had confessed to him a story
Of two lovers who got lost on there prom night
Wandering far away to a barren road all alone
A figure appeared with an ax
Cutting the pair into tiny pieces
Left was the fragmentation as that of road kill
The police were summoned for a hunt
Yet the couldn't seem to find the killer
This sent shivers down the woman's spine a real thriller
So onto this very day the lady sits in her quaint cottage
All to her own left from the memories of a real killer