Also posted on my livejournal, this is a poem explaining why I don't read crime. It could be a bad explanation, but at least there is one and I hope you'll all like this :)


Why I don't read crime

A criminal scene at eight past two,
policemens not knowing, just what to do,
the world is ablaze with this recent affair
and needs to discover who the murderer were

I do know the story, that horrible tale,
a murder, a victim, the plot isn't stale
And the world's full of danger, as one surely can see,
I prefer being naive, so no crime for me

An agent or two seeks to find out the answer,
who killed that young child or that talented dancer,
who had alibis and who lacked it as well,
it's just a puzzle, that's easy to tell

I do understand it, the way things might turn,
the terrible crime and the lessons to learn
But I'm not realistic, I never will be
and so I deduce it; No crime for me

This knowledge I'll carry, it will pass the time,
it might be explaining why I won't read crime




Poetry by Karoline
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Written on 2007-08-24 at 21:58

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