A 48 Hour Mystery (The Widow Willis)

I saw the widow Willis today,

She seemed a little uptight;

She was on her way to church to pray

And perhaps a candle to light.

Arthur, her dearly departed,

He died around this time last week

When off to the bar he started,

And boom, he was gone so to speak.

Now who fired the shot they’re not sure,

But the widow Willis they suspect,

While the town folk mostly concur,

Poor Arthur, she seemed to neglect.

Now a 48 Hour Mystery,

She’s brought fame to our little town;

Where once there was just history,

Now in the present there is renown.

TV folk beating the bushes,

Working the angles and clues

As we await the evening rushes

In hopes of some breaking news.

But it seems the trail’s gone cold,

No gun has ever been found,

And the Widow Willis I’ve been told

Is no longer all that sound.

But 48 Hours keeps shooting,

In this story still invested,

While the town folk are now disputing,

With opinions very much suggested.

Did she or did she not do it?

A 48 Hour Mystery to tell;

In the can it’s finally writ,

Now the mystery they will sell.

And we all gathered to watch the show,

48 Hours told in an hour of crap,

While it’s still a mystery you know;

And for this I missed my nap!

Now of course the town’s still divided,

While the Widow Willis has gone insane,

And my verdict, well, I’ve finally decided,

I’ll never watch 48 Hours again.