I heard a gunshot,
It sounded like a broken pot,
It brought me to a spot,
Where i had to squat.
I saw a man wearing a polka dot,
He had a blot
And a blood clot on his hand.
He tried to save the injured tout
But it was all for a naught.
Fortunately the policemen arrived,
But the polka dot man was deprived
Of the explanation he had to provide
So he could survive.
He tried to say there was someone disguised
But he wasn’t justified
Because one of the policemen was a personalized mastermind.
I was so horrified,
In fact mesmerized,
My heart was occupied,
Then i realized
Someone has to be assigned
To find the person behind the wasted tout who died.