A pizza he craved and maybe a beer
But Tess and Bonnie Braids
Just had to drag him here
The popcorn would have to do, he sadly lamented
As the center ring show was being presented
High in the air a lady named Louise
Was thrilling the crowd
Defying death on the trapeze
Her defiance it seems, was to be all for naught
Because in middle of a swing she was targeted and shot
As she plummet earthward, the crowd heard this scream
“It happened”, someone said, it was like a bad dream
Tracy snapped to attention, a professional cop was he
And went to the ring, to see what problem may be
“She’s been shot “ said he, offering an early prognosis
“It happened” was said by someone with a Bob Hope proboscis
“Why kill an aerialist” it makes absolutely no sense”
“Whoever has done this must be really dense”
“To kill a performer in front of such a crowd”
“No-one could miss it, I mean the POW was real loud”
Hundreds of witnesses, a clown with a gun
His work was cut out for him, this he could not shun
“Seal the exits, everyone please stay seated”
This was the response that surely was needed
But Tracy was the cop, to be first on the spot
So the witnesses were allowed to run away non-stop
The freaks and the geeks they all gathered round
All wanting to listen to what was about to go down
The clown, Ringo, elephant girl and tiger too
All were combined to make this story of poo
A federal agent, an implausible plot
Cut and paste panels, such Tommy rot
Tiger chow was his fate, so it would seem
Such an ignoble end, for one who was seen
As the greatest detective of the comics without fail
But wait! What’s this, someone grabbed the tigers tail
Will he be succored in this dire time of need
Or will this just be a delay for the tiger to feed
The days drag on and on and so does this poem
One would think I was writing a scholarly tome.
From yesterday, thank you Margueritem
A pizza he craved and maybe a beer But Tess and Bonnie Braids Just had to drag him here The popcorn would have to do, he sadly lamented As the center ring show was being presented High in the air a lady named Louise Was thrilling the crowd Defying death on the trapeze Her defiance it seems, was to be all for naught Because in middle of a swing she was targeted and shot As she plummet earthward, the crowd heard this scream “It happened”, someone said, it was like a bad dream Tracy snapped to attention, a professional cop was he And went to the ring, to see what problem may be “She’s been shot “ said he, offering an early prognosis “It happened” was said by someone with a Bob Hope proboscis “Why kill an aerialist” it makes absolutely no sense” “Whoever has done this must be really dense” “To kill a performer in front of such a crowd” “No-one could miss it, I mean the POW was real loud” Hundreds of witnesses, a clown with a gun His work was cut out for him, this he could not shun “Seal the exits, everyone please stay seated” This was the response that surely was needed But Tracy was the cop, to be first on the spot So the witnesses were allowed to run away non-stop The freaks and the geeks they all gathered round All wanting to listen to what was about to go down The clown, Ringo, elephant girl and tiger too All were combined to make this story of poo A federal agent, an implausible plot Cut and paste panels, such Tommy rot Tiger chow was his fate, so it would seem Such an ignoble end, for one who was seen As the greatest detective of the comics without fail But wait! What’s this, someone grabbed the tigers tail Will he be succored in this dire time of need Or will this just be a delay for the tiger to feed The days drag on and on and so does this poem One would think I was writing a scholarly tome.