by Albert Van Hoogmoed
There's been a murder, a woman was killed,
found in a bathtub, partially filled.
A pair of policemen went into the house
and questioned the poor woman's spouse.
He'd just come home from working all night
and found her like that, a terrible sight.
The younger policeman looked on with dismay.
He'd never forget that terrible day.
He saw the young woman from behind the door
and empty milk cartons all over the floor,
Scattered strawberries, slices of fruit,
and spoonfuls of sugar and honey to boot.
''Who could have done this terrible thing?''
His voice had a horrified, pitiful ring.
''Just look at the clues,'' replied Sargeant Miller.
''It looks like the work of a cereal killer.''
About the Author
Albert Van Hoogmoed started writing poetry when his twins needed to read a poem in the fifth grade. ''I didn't like what they were assigned so I wrote two for them,'' says Mr. Van Hoogmoed, who has been prolific ever since. Most recently his work has been published and in Kiss and Part: Laughing at the End of Romance and Other Entanglements (Doggerel Daze, 2006) and in Chicken Soup for the Soul in Menopause (HCI, 2007).