Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Self Defense

My husband died from sleepless stress.
The next door neighbors murdered him.
Frogs in their pond croaked to excess.
Complaints from us were deemed a whim
By the neighbors and by the police.
The city council washed their hands,
Ruling that croaking noise release
Was not a nuisance in their banneds.
Meanwhile, my man croaks from the croaks,
And I am left alone to try
To outlast these mean next door folks.
To do that - they will have to die.

It's come time to even the score.
I smell a fire starting next door.