stabbings and slashings, O my – March 3


Stabbings and slashings,

and shootings and poison

days full of trauma and

nights of purloining.


Murder most fondly,

most fouly most cruel,

to watch wickeds’ caught

is just love to this fool.


We watch every showing,

next episode please,

to see villains halted,

with skill and with ease.


Sherlock or Watson,

Barnaby or Marple

it matters not which

as long as they’re sharple.


Justice will out

is the name of this tune

bringing to baddies

the sure touch of doom.


For otherwise danger

would too present be,

that the universe cares

is what matters to me.


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