Guilty or not, here she comes

Ms. Martha DuPont has been on the run

Nailing the role of grieving widow,

How’d her husband die?

How the hell would she know?

Yes, she was dripping in diamonds

Everything about her classy, high end

They’d never be able to prove what happened

Who’d blame a beautiful widow, so rich and well known?

They had nothing on her, at least she thought so

As far as anyone knew,

She was happier than ever

With her loaded husband,

No trials they didn’t endeavor

At one point even she’d believed, they’d be married forever and ever

They’d never know that she had called

The unknown number, that’d been on his phone

Figured out he’d been lying all along

When a woman answered, on the second dial tone

She plotted her revenge,

Heard of the policy, then knew in an instant

She would give him just what he deserved

One night after dinner, she’d make his favorite dessert

He gobbled it down, as she watched smiling

A fresh cherry pie,

secret ingredient, cyanide

How innocent she’d look when they’d announce the cause of death

She’d gasp, her hand clutching her chest

Who knew you had to remove all the seeds?

She was just trying to make her hubby something sweet

Just to be safe, she packed her things

Headed out of town, on her merry way

Unaware after her departure, a bounty had been placed

Ms. Martha DePont, must have killed her husband

Why else would she have left , if that wasn’t it?

Driving through a small dingy town, she saw blue lights flash

She pulled over, her heart beating fast

She was told she had been speeding

Handed over her license,

with a huge sigh of relief

The arrogant cop headed onback, made her step out of the car

Held his gun to her back,

Questioned her reasons for traveling so far

Told her about the bounty,

Placed her in cuffs

She looked him up and down,

Eyes filled with disgust

This must be a mistake, she exclaimed at the jail

Let me out, I’ll pay my own bail

The small country sheriff laughed in her face,

Told her she was to go to court, the very next day

She couldn’t believe they’d dare allow, these lowlife people anywhere around

They all were dull, had dead end jobs

Dressed in sweats, dirty law breaking slobs

Ms. Martha DePont demanded the phone

Her lawyer picked up, it’s like she’d already known

When Martha told her where she’d been arrested, her lawyer was annoyed and openly expressed it

I am not going to be able to get you off

In small towns, we’re not equal with men, at all

With that Martha hung up, she’d represent herself she insisted,

Because women who try to be equal with men, clearly lacked ambition

She dusted her clothes, crossed her feet in red bottoms

Sat in the jail, ignoring everyone and their problems

Ms. Martha refused to stress, she’d be out of here soon

She’d woo the judge, it’d be over by noon

As she entered the court, all eyes were on her

The way she swayed as she walked, dress hugging every curve

The whole town present, hillbillies and trash

No wonder she’d never left LA, this was whack

Head held high, heels even higher

She place her right hand on the Bible

She swore the truth and nothing but, then started working magic on the judge

No question she was out of their league, she confidently announced her

“not guilty” plea

Fake tears and cries, winning sympathy

She thanked God it was mostly men that would vote, she batted her lashed, patted her nose

Of course she’d never hurt anyone, came out smelling like a rose

Poor beautiful, rich little widow

Just as she thought, she was let free

Promised herself to stay in big cities

On her way out she winked at the cop, while he threw a fit saying they were a dumb lot

The small outdated society was more than enough, she’d gotten off but being there was tough

She stayed filled with detest that she had to appear in court, and any other options had been out the door

Indignant she was, Ms. Martha DuPont

Forever remembered as the passing through debutante