Ice Pick Murders
Gruesome, just gruesomeTerror in the streets
London is in turmoil
A killer is on the loose
Not since Jack the Ripper
Has there been anything
So terrifying in England
Scotland Yard is on the case
Chief Inspector Sir Christopher Ingalls
Is the man in charge
No clues left at the scene
Victims from all walks of life
Men and women alike
All various ages and sizes
Then a friend comes to visit
All the way from New York
Perhaps with fresh eyes and ideas
After only an hour though
Mr. Nicholas Davidson, PI
Saw what everyone else missed
Sure enough he found a link
Just perhaps the big break
All of the victims had one thing in common
They were all killed on their way home
From the theater, near an ice house
Eight people in total, until Sir Christopher
Saw a memo that said it was now nine
The killer had struck again
Nick went to stake out the theater
With the police standing by
He spotted the ice house
Only two blocks away
He put two and two together and
Left to check it out
Little did he know that he was right
He had solved the murders, but
When Sir Christopher found him, it was too late
They saw two dead men
One with two bullets in his chest
And the other with an icepick in his back
Making Nick the last casualty
Of the icepick murders
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