09-05-2024, 07:55 AM
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JonBenet
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Is my poem for today.
A pushy mum, an absent dad,
A brother only slightly mad,
A neighbour in a basement lair,
A passer-by without a care.
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Is my poem for today.
It's like a little nursery rhyme,
A story that got lost in time,
Of merry maids and merry men,
And Santa who returns again.
Of pageantry and beauty queens,
Where nothing is quite what it seems.
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Is my poem for today.
A sailor's knot, a spider's web,
A pillow and an unmade bed.
A gun that stuns, a railway track,
A letter from a literary hack.
Too many clues and that's the truth -
A banquet for the armchair sleuth
The stage is set, and now the play -
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Is my poem for today.
A pushy mum, an absent dad,
A brother only slightly mad,
A neighbour in a basement lair,
A passer-by without a care.
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Is my poem for today.
It's like a little nursery rhyme,
A story that got lost in time,
Of merry maids and merry men,
And Santa who returns again.
Of pageantry and beauty queens,
Where nothing is quite what it seems.
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
Is my poem for today.
A sailor's knot, a spider's web,
A pillow and an unmade bed.
A gun that stuns, a railway track,
A letter from a literary hack.
Too many clues and that's the truth -
A banquet for the armchair sleuth
The stage is set, and now the play -
Oh who killed little JonBenet?
