Murderous Baker Poem by Phil Soar

He left the crime scene early
with the DNA intact
the victim lying motionless
after the attack
without the murder weapon
he would have to prove the case
it didn't help, the murderer
had ransacked all the place
with crime scene photos taken
all the evidence in place
he turned to leave the residence
but fell upon his face
he'd slipped up in a blood pool
that led across the floor
had someone dragged the body
from behind the kitchen door?
too late, he saw the murderer
approaching from the rear
the knife that swung across his face
almost cut off his ear
they fought over the kitchen sink
knocking over many dishes
the murderer was just intent
he'd not sleep with the fishes
but help was not too far away
the sirens blaring out
support was on the way for him
and he began to shout
'Look out he's got a bread knife
I've seen his face before
It's Mr Bun the baker
and he's heading for the door'
the swat team chased the suspect
and caught him on the go
his hands were cuffed behind his back
and he left without the dough