A Killer's So Tiny Little Clue Poem by Shaun Cronick

Oh! It was so sinfully delicious,
Is an esqusite term of phrase.
As I sit and seconds tick down,
For crime never ever truly pays.

How the hell did they catch me,
Everything planned to perfection.
I made one so little tiny mistake,
Now it's gargantuan on reflection.

A mind-hunter a Sherlock Holmes,
Solved my calling card cold clue.
My cruel Nemesis that clever cop,
Made that incredible breakthrough.

I was truly having so much fun,
And was only just getting started.
So randomised were my victims,
My aftermath not for fainthearted.

I started off with one a month,
Then it steadily rose up to three.
And I became totally invincible,
Savouring my endless killing spree.

There's not a cop who can catch me,
For I am the coldest killer elite.
And easily get away with murder,
I'm eternally impossible to defeat.

Then early that bleak grey morning,
They busted down my apartment door,
Then they found my trophy collection,
Concealed under the wooden oak floor.

Today they strapped down in this chair,
Just sit and think is all I can now do.
Think of the juice snuffing out my life,
And of leaving that so tiny little clue.