They say rigor mortis had not yet set in
Though flies they were taking an intr'st
He lay there quite dead, mud under his head
Two Firestone tracks deeply imprss't
"We haven't a clue!" the Detective he said
The deputy he nodded so sadly
Two donuts were downed with an ungracious sound
Then more were reached for quite gladly
The bystanders stood and silently wept
For the want of such delicate pastries
But poor Edmond Frink, he was starting to stink
His demise had been rather hasty
"You're stuck in a rut!" a bystander cried
"And those doughnuts, they don't come easy"
"There's a killer out there for the law to ensnare
"While you're munching on Danishes cheesy!"
"That man knows too much" the Detective he claimed
In a voice both suspicious and surly
"Take him downtown with the ev'dence we've found
For the storms of November come early"
And so time went on until the doughnuts were gone,
The black coffee it was brewed badly
At the scene of the crime nigh-on twenty-nine times
The Deputy he nodded sadly
They say rigor mortis had not yet set in
Though flies they were taking an intr'st
He lay there quite dead, mud under his head
Two Firestone tracks deeply imprss't
And O'Lemur
Phil McGeusz
Last Updated: Sat Mar 6 2004 22:13:49