Chain Poem 13 Murder S

Murder 'S_He' Wrote

not-so-sly detective Cold Feet got a call

a murder had been reported at the Mall

in his sedan with siren blazing he sped

with his skills he had to resurrect the dead

'twas a pity he a homicide had on his beat

he had to find the killer, he had to be fleet

so starts this murder mystery in toon city

and i assure you this is a fact, not a ditty

~ Tarot Pack ~

Cold feet was on the trail,
he had to catch this killer,
he could not fail
With his spy glass, and eagle eyes,
he hunted for clues,
picking up, and placing in plastic bags,
anything that he thought he could use
He drew an outline around the body with his chalk,
saying to his colleagues,
please be careful where you walk

Tango

Sedan sped past the pillar at neckbreaking tear,
Ruthlessly smirks killer through blood stained gear,
Hiding behind his sojourn the dastardly chuckles,
Kick starting eerie game rubs his weakened knuckles,
Sniffing wildly rams the brakes our hero detective,
Flaring nostrils inhaling blood our zero protective,
Wrenches out Cold Feet in frenzied frozen clout,
Breathing humanity freezes sensing the deadly flout,

Sonali.S.C

aha! said CF (read cold feet)

the murder weapon - oh so sweet

its a bar of candy frozen hard

this killer must be a romantic bard

the motive for murder one must ascertain

its a triangle, smooch, i am so certain

~ Tarot Pack ~

But not-so-sly he was not called for nought,
For all this he did only in his deep thought,
As he chugged along to the murder site
Cold feet dreamt of glory bright.

His broken sedan chugged slowly down the lane
Leaving a murky smelling smoky trail
Cocooned within, Cold Feet was naively sure
He was the only detective who would this murder solve

~ Glowing Embers ~

At the scene of the crime, he wondered whodunit
One of the family, friends or stranger could be it
He looked inside, outside and from top of the tree
The milkman, the neighbor, who could it be?

He rubbed his forehead and scratched his nose
debating all the questions this mystery posed
He even walked in circles and smoked a pipe
But, being no Holmes, he gave up and dozed

~ Shanta ~

As blissfully into sleep he slid
Snores loud and sweet he released
The pipe which had hung from his lower lip
Slid onto his lap and burnt a hole into his tool kit.

All this a slimy, creepy, streetwalker saw
As from behind a bush he crawled
Attired he was in a garb most strange
For swathed he was, from tip to his grubby head
In bandages of grey !

~ Glowing Embers ~

the stranger said i know who did this job,

its a murder yes but not a murder at all.

the dead was killed with a weapon so lethal,

because he had an attraction so fatal

he was killed by the weapon of love my dear,

and love is the greatest killer we hear.

SAN362XENA

So espied the spy all crevice
For the killer who was no novice
One called Love and deadly sure
For said so a stranger demure
Peeping here and nosing there
Lifting every stone with care
Looking 'bout in earnest thought
Every bit of puzzle he fought
Mind as alert as morning dew
A spring that may snap on cue
Jumps around he for his proof
As if on a hot tin roof
Cold Feet say they is his name
But none would think he was the same
Then he comes upon a patch
Scattered so that none would match
Paper wrote in frantic haste
Torn and thrown in muddy waste
Amid them finds he strewn about
A crumpled rose, a muffled shout

~Hornbill~

This called for the expertise of
The Labrador known far and wide
As Bozo the sniffer
The one who could sniff
Some snuff and get the
Killer.

~ Deepak Amembal ~

Bozo sniffed here Bozo sniffed there

Bozo sniffed everywhere

Suddenly he barked, and his tail did wag

He was standing gaurd over a blood soaked piece of rag.

Tango

On this discovery brand and new

Cold Feet and all on their knees view

Paying homage and respect due

To the brilliance of the canine Bozoo

With him in the lead, away from the

Crime scene, he does now then speed

Through hedges and gates iron tall

Leaps Mr. Bozo effortlessly over all odds

Gasping and choking for breathe short

The human detectives stagger behind hot

Scratched and bruised by fern and wrought

Barely keeping Bozo in view at all

~ Glowing Embers ~

Cops and detectives, short and tall
and Cold Feet lagging behind them all
hoping to reach the murderer's den
followed Bozo, but then
Bozo took them panting and hot
triumphantly to the factory
where the blood soaked rag was made
and expectantly awaited accolade

~ Shanta~

As they neared the compound, their tasks compounded

For a fence did enclose all stolen goods that were there fenced

Unnerved, Cold Feet & the Dicks stood, gazing at their nerve

Wondering how such a blatant operation operated in wonder;

Inspite of the chase, they now relished the forced respite

Of now chasing another wrong, as the case of the murder

was in any case, now all of a chase gone wrong!!!

~ Glowing Embers ~

Through the fence cold feet did cut

On approaching the building

They did find a door that was not quite shut

With their torches they went inside

And as far as the eye could see

Were piles, and piles of stolen xmas trees

Tango

Eyeing the loot, Bozo could not resist
a lift of his leg to soak them trees
and leave his mark upon the
soon to be - mystery of the century!

Deepak Amembal

As Bozo was the hero of the hour

His clues had a meaning most bizarre

So on all fours did Cold Feet then kneel

To sniff closely and unravel the mystery

Glowing Embers

As he inhaled the scent of all the trees,
Ole' Cold Feet pondered a quite-odd question:
Why would the murderer kill with Hersheys?
The detective's face with an odd expression,
Told his sidekick to fetch the sedan,
For the answer was in the plainest sight.
So they packed up the contraband,
And drove off into the night.

The aroma of those Christmas trees,
Gave Cold Feet déjà vu.
Associating the smell with his keys,
He knew exactly what to do.
He sniffed his car, he sniffed the loot,
And put his hand into his hair.
The criminal was, without a doubt,
Making chocolate-tree fresheners of air!

Josh

Our brave detective's strong determination,
Sent him running to the nearest railway station.
The solution here he posed.
The case would soon be closed!
Scenes of glory ran through his imagination!

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