He went to a public library that's quiet and free; <br />Arrested, he was, for murder, in the first degree; <br /> <br />Inside the library, there was a book to find, <br />Slowly he approached his victim, an ol' woman who's kind; <br /> <br />Close to her backside, he stood lurking behind, <br />Little ol' granny was reading and paid him no mind; <br /> <br />The quick use of his weapon caused her to dropp dead on the spot, <br />It was the eyeball witness who saw, that's how he got caught; <br /> <br />Now the jury must see the weapon that t'was horribly used, <br />But the killer tried to hide his nose and loudly refused; <br /> <br />So her death that came from his loud sharp sneeze, <br />Made her heart quickly stop, quiver, and seize; <br /> <br />So his hands were shackled, the murder weapon viewed, <br />The jury gasped loudly for air, outraged was their mood; <br /> <br />Soon after his shnozzle was clearly depicted, <br />The jury was unanimous, ... they quickly convicted.<br /><br />Tony Avila Sampson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/murder-in-the-first-degree/
