The slipping sleuth knife

Sheathed at the head of the pipe

Was the instrument found

Of murder it's ripe

Poor corpse

Laying in the middle of the floor

A middle aged buisness man

Who would account no more

Small mud prints going in and out

Signs of life all about

Scratches on the wall

Poor man in desert not to shout

No eyes to be seen

Of this murder be clean

No witnesses

Of who of this murder been?

No one posted

No eyes at any door?

How to solve this murder

But another bullet at draw

Alibis!

Get them all

We'll see who checks out

Get ready to draw

Hmm 5 pm

You say 5 pm?

Well let's see?

How about triple N!

Shift starts at 4

Why'd you come at five?

Unless....

You were there when Mr. Backlot died!

Excuse yourself!

At least try to fight

Well no

Don't escape this plight

You shoes match

Your nails match

And look

Your prints are on the gun

The gun you put to your head

When you did the murder

Guess what housekeeping?

To Mr. Backlot with her