It was 4 in the afternoon when they found her.
She hand been lying in bed for weeks.
The room wasn't well ventelated, her plants were
dying.
Death had been there and claimed Old Lady Jinkens.
She had never married, never wanted to, not even a pet.
Her room so small, her apartment so dank.
When the investigators opened the window
All the roaches ran from its meal and into nearby
creaves.
While the former Ms. Jinkens lay in her naked
glory.
Her mouth still open, her hair still braided.
With her dying breath she dreamed a dream of
myrth.
Her mouth bore a broad smile her lips puker in
a kiss.
For that kiss, was eternal, for here and into
forever.
Her eyes were closed tightly as if she expeced
a peck.
Her hands rest upon her whithered bossom.
Then a roach crawled out of her mouth.
As the police drew nearer the fragrance became
over powering.
For this shrivled old bat started to rot already.
Quickly they covered her, and left as they came.
The others came in and took some pictures,
And gathered up Old Lady Jinkens.