Buried in the back, underneath the ground,

lay something dead

Over the body, above the ground,

lay dead roses

A secret.

They covered it up, along with their lies.

The body rots under the ground, its features unrecognizable

But no one suspected a thing…

The ladies pretty smiles were harmless as they laughed, hiding behind wine glasses,

They were innocent… or so people believed

Even when all their husbands mysteriously disappeared, no one guessed it was them

But the bodies are there, in the ground and under dead roses…