Mz. Maisies

Poor Mz. Maisies
Pushing up daisies
Residing in a flowerbed
Bullet lodged in her head

A husband rather fickle
Brain ever in a pickle
One night shot her dead
Bemused as she bled

Rolled snug as a bug
In a posh Persian rug
A fool of a man always sot
Loved and never forgot

Ghostly Mz. Maisies
Always had the crazies
Bent on leveling a score
He too blitzed for what's in store

Devote plan to levy dues
Awash in wicked booze
Distilled whiskey rye
Endless flasks never run dry

Till one night in a hazy state
He finally met fitting fate
Tripped in niche fresh dug
Snug as a bug in turf rug