Tony Avila Sampson

Murder, In The First Degree - Poem by Tony Avila Sampson

He went to a public library that's quiet and free;
Arrested, he was, for murder, in the first degree;

Inside the library, there was a book to find,
Slowly he approached his victim, an ol' woman who's kind;

Close to her backside, he stood lurking behind,
Little ol' granny was reading and paid him no mind;

Yep, the aroma in the air was coming from her hair,
Caused his nose to quickly twitch, bulge, then flair;

The quick use of his weapon caused her to drop dead on the spot,
It was the eyeball witness who saw, that's how he got caught;

Now the jury must see the weapon that t'was horribly used,
But the killer tried to hide his nose and loudly refused;

Cause of her death came from his loud sharp sneeze,
Made her heart quickly stop, quiver, and seize;

So his hands were shackled, the murder weapon viewed,
The jury gasped loudly for air, outraged was their mood;

Soon after his shnozzle was clearly depicted,
The jury was unanimous, ... they quickly convicted.

Topic(s) of this poem: comedy

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Murder, In The First Degree by Tony Avila Sampson

  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (1/18/2015 5:27:00 AM)

    Curiosity ran through the spinal cord. Ah... finally mind settled down. What a murderous sneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez it could have been. Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

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  • Kim Barney (1/8/2015 8:29:00 AM)

    Very unusual poem, and highly unusual murder weapon!
    Well done.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 3, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, March 25, 2016

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