The old wash woman wants to nosey on in Who are they? Their car has New Jersey plates. I see him walking the streets during the day smoking a cigar. Shouldn't he be working? Their horrible over the front door sign reads, "Bite me." I saw them both sitting on the cemetery wall the other day kissing. Have they no respect for the dead? She mows the lawn and plays hopscotch. I saw their empty car the other day parked in the cemetery. I fear what they might be doing on that hallowed ground. They have a daughter who never seems to attend school. Perhaps I should call the school. He was sitting in the cemetery reading de Sade. Blasphemy! Who are they? Why are they here? And, why they won't return my friendly waves?