Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Bad Move

We moved to a new neighborhood,

Just Gus, my teenage son, and me.

Nice, quiet, friendly - sure seemed good

We'd found a serene place to be.

Missus Rogers did welcome me.

I thought of Mr. Rogers fame.

She took special interest in Gus.

Too late I discovered her aim.

One night I came home late and found

Gus and Missus Rogers in bed.

The news they gave me did astound.

To this she devil, Gus was wed.

The neighborhood in which we dwell,

I sadly found out is pure hell.