The Killer and the Cops By Richard Maxfield 2-8-2000 As the killer stalked the dark of night Looking for victims and all kinds of excite Ruthless heart takes what it wants Evil spirit roams and haunts Shrinking in to the shadows as not to bee seen Senses heighten, his mind is keen Who will be his next pray Someone left dieing before the break of day A theft a killer of the worst kind Vial and hideous worse you want find Sneaking in the rooms where victims lay Striking fast before a word they can say Left laying in a pool of blood My tools of the trade covered with crud Yes I am the killer for whom they all look Every thing that’s missing, I’m the one that took Their searching for me, they will never find This nastiest killer with a genius mind The cops are coming the sirens wail If they catch me there will be hell A voice scrams out UP AGENST THAT WALL They caught me at last I will take the fall Then from my back a small voice chiller DADDY its my turn to be the killer Copyright #RM99R4
Reason for writing:
I thought yhis was a great idea for a poem, of father and son playing cops and robbers. I hope you like it. Richard
Birth sign: Gemini
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