Even more worser pome - The Scene of the Crime

I tried to leave a stain
but ‘twas in vain
for no matter my pain
it was washed in the rain.

It caused me to ‘ware
to think that Claire
with her hands in the air
might come down the stair.

And so with my gun
I did take off and run
hoping the sun
would not spoil my fun.

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