It was a foggy London night
Darkness that was in plain sight
But a night that one shouldn’t take light
Darken as the moon
A crime will be soon
Suddenly a loud gunshot
Obviously it was a plot
****** in senseless blood of a victim like a tight knot
Inspector Holmes and Watson appeared on the scene
They were searching for clues and evidence that wasn’t clean
The bullet that was aimed directly for the murdered victim’s chest
However, on the victim’s shirt was an emblem in the shape of a crest
The murdered victim was a member of the sophisticated intellectual honor society from Oxford University
Yet still no alibi as to why and what reason for this ******
However, Holmes and Watson were looking carefully for anything that would be a lead and crack the case
Somewhere the murderer will meet face to face
Immediately, a clue was discovered
An Oxford University Ring was missing off the murdered victim’s hand but was worth millions
There were also fingerprints scattered all over from the murderer
It all goes back to Edgar Beasley who was an average student and the murdered victim was Justin Hanover
Apparently there was rivalry between Beasley and Hanover
Hanover had plenty of honors and the ladies
Beasley was an average student that ladies wouldn’t even give the look over
Mr. Beasley was just plain self-centered and mean
He will now go to jail
Once again, Holmes and Watson cracked the case without fail
Mystery n o longer having a trail
London’s night being clear in justice
A feeling in don’t live in fear
Holmes and Watson will always be near.

Early every morning
Swooping squawking birds
Leave their liquid calling cards
Before the street has stirred
Where people in their track suits
Drink to overload
And stagger to their rented rooms
Down Blackpool’s Crystal Road

Where the road sweeper doesn’t sweep
And no one comes to call
Except for black clad bailiffs
Who come to take it all
The druggies & the drinkers
Share the one abode
To take away the misery
Of life on Crystal Road

The seedy little B&B’s
Fight to rent their rooms
Sharing each other’s bathroom
Sharing each other’s gloom
Screaming kids and drunken louts
Your eardrums will explode
It’s a sure way into madness
When you stay on Crystal Road

The wind blows like a hurricane
The rain falls like a flood
Washing away the *****
The debris & the blood
The hens are ****** the stags are too
They’re all in party mode
Throwing up and having ***
In rooms on Crystal Road

A *******’s bar called ‘Paradise’
At one end of the street
Full of seedy little men
And women with no teeth
A food bank at the other
Feeds those with no abode
But even they refuse to stay
In a house on Crystal Road