Written in '06

~grandmas garden~

Grandma had a garden, 
that she loved to tend

Grandma had a secret,
you wouldn’t know until the end

Grandma planted seeds in that garden
And roses, a luscious red

Grandma planted things in the garden.
Things from the nightmares you dread.

Grandma had a Victorian styled house
Painted cerulean blue

Grandma had a secret
Only her victims knew

Nobody sees the elderly
That boards in the solemn place

It may almost seem
That they have been erased

Grandma oh grandma
You have such impeccable taste

You live as royalty
Even fixing your face

Bury the evidence
Quick now make haste

The stench bleeds out
peculiar for a garden

They’re too fraid to tell
It is your heart that’s been hardened

Support yourself and your aristocratic ways
With the money you’re getting paid

They no longer need it
Death is funny that way

It’s easier to care for them
When they have been buried

You hide their bones in your garden
But you’re not worried

No one will catch you
Your just too kind

And no one knows
What really goes through your mind

Kill off your patients
Those left to you for care

Kill them off for their liability checks
Because you hate to share

Grandma has a garden
That she loves to tend

She plants bodies and blood in that garden
Its the garden for the dead….

Dorothy Puentes...

look it up:

http://www.crimelibrary.com/notorious_murders/women/puente/1
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