Fun and Games: Poetry & Limericks: Poetry

Poetic Hopes by Allison
Author's Note: Welcome to day 8 of the twelve days of Christmas. I hope you enjoy this little poem, even if I’m not quite sure that I do.
Christmas lights Winter nights Dead bodies by the dozen. Two team members One chilly December Crimes scenes by the dozen. Underneath the glamour and glitz And though nightshift aint the Ritz They solve cases by the dozen Two separate minds, alike and yet so different Find comfort, solace, more than friend-like intent On a mistle toe night- the timing just right. He’s the bug To her crimson red blood She’s his push When away he pulls He hears whispers of truth in science She works puzzles, disgusted by mankind’s ignorance Ones’ got secrets, The other scars, but no regrets Dance of firelight On a snowless night These two hearts meet as one. Golden wrapped gifts under the tree. "To Catherine from Grissom" And "to Grissom from me"
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