26 November 2012
He walked into the scene With his styrofoam cup, Strong coffee, two sugars, Takes a sup.
Crime, scene, investigation, A bad story, indeed! This guy would be tomorrow's News For The Nation, For the coffee, he was in dire need.
Fat old man, Colour hair spray can, Deep golf tan, Solve this one? He will if he can...
Wallet was found, Dead Bloater was Hugh Tred, Other information? Nickname was: Red
There was blood on the toupee And blood on the floor, Blood on his big, bare flesh, A trail of blood from beyond the bedroom door...
He was found in the bathroom, Looked like he'd been dragged By the feet from the bedside, Bound up and gagged.
His eyes, they were staring, Looking up at the wall, CSI Larry followed their gaze, To the bathroom mirror, the letters, there, they did sprawl...
The colour hairspray can, Had been used to taunt the dead - In great big scarlet letters there, it said... 'RAVISH ME, RED!!!'
Mr Tred, or 'Red', As he was known, Was partial to young girls, And I'm not talking 'ho's'
He liked them real young, Impress them with his money - He'd tell them they would go real far, If they'd just give him a little honey...
But it seems old 'Red' got caught out, By a vigilante killer, Brought a girl up, then hid by the bed, He was the 'SURPRISE!' What a thriller!
The young girl, she fled for her life, The killer had paid her good money, She'd done her job, no need to sob, Then in a flash came the knife!
A man was picked up The very next day, His hands, spotted with red From a certain can of hairspray...
They knew it was him, From the blood on his shoes, And the fact of his name: 'Mr Ravish', covered in his victim's names by way of tattoos!
RAVISHING • Opuss № I