Death By Csi Poem by Daniel Adams

Investigating a death with CSI,
They work out how, they work out why.
A kind old lady met a gruesome end.
Could it be a loved one? Could it be a friend?

From a fingerprint or the tiniest clue,
They find out why, they find out who;
Commited such a heinous crime,
Where someone died before their time.

The position of the body, blood splattered on the floor,
Using these clues they work out more.
Was it a woman or a man the police needed in remand?
This question can be answered from a single hair strand.

When the possibility of catching the killer was never,
CSI worked hard and slotted all the clues together.
This time the killer's luck was out on quite a hop,
When the police arrested Eva who ran the local shop! !