SERIAL KILLER The Clock struck 12 He left a fingerprint Without a doubt On a bedroom door The poor man died In his next killing With only a shout He left even more He died instantly They traced the prints At the 12th ring To Bob McGow Just like the threat said They had a chance His death 12 would bring They had to act now No evidence was found They broke in his house Not even a bit They threw him down Not even the weapon Arrested him By which the man was hit And treated him like a clown The Killer continued He sits in the courts To kill at that time Facing several sentences of life He even came up This trial shall bring him With a frightning rhyme Nothing but strife At 12 00 o clock The found him guilty Your death I ll bring He is locked away No evidence I ll leave Never to come out Not one little thing To see the light of day The killings continued The moral is Until one little spoof Killing don t pay Brought down the killers Especially when mistakes Little mischevious roof Get you locked away DEViATED