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A Real Who Done It

A REAL WHO DONE IT

The detectives were completely stumped

Who was the perp and why the kill

Every lead had been thoroughly pumped

And yet no clear suspect still

 

There was no body but still a crime no less

The poor fellow bludgeoned until dead

And where to start was only a guess

So no Miranda Rights were read

 

No murder weapon could be found

And a lack of evidence stalled the case

Oh but the fatal tool was around

Veiled by the smirk on her lovely face

 

Repeated lashes finally led to his demise

With an instrument hidden in plain sight

But in such a clever disguise

Would any detective ever get it right

 

Who killed his soul, why and with what

Ah, it’s a mystery to stump the mind

Although there is a feeling in the gut,

No bars will ever find her sitting behind