The Crime
Was the murderers jacket bloodstained ?
Was he caught at the scene and detained ?
There’s a story here to be told
The truth and evidence retained.
The Police are on the threshold
Interrogate him with his Legal
The evidence is quiet dismal
He’s talking but its redirection
His motive appears to be fiscal
But he’s claiming its one of affection
It’s all sounding really quiet frivolous
For the detective it’s all very piteous
Failing is not the planned conception
The case is slipping, it’s against us
What we need now is confession
Copyright © Sandra Riley | Year Posted 2017
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