She was only a criminal’s daughter.
Who gave daddy no reason to boast,
Till she focused on what he had taught her
And was listed as one wanted most.
Said a shoplifting lady named Nast.
Whose proficiency truly was vast.
“Pay attention, my son.
To the way that it’s done
And I know that you’ll pick things up fast.”
I knew a detective named Slade.
Who confronted a murderous maid—
She confessed to the crime
But her charms were sublime
And that night in her bedroom he stayed.
But the morning sun found him alone—
He awoke with a start and a moan For his suspect had fled.
Leaving him in her bed—
With his wallet and car she had flown.
She was caught and was quickly confined.
Against Slade’s credit card she had signed.
And he smiled when he said,
“I had fun in your bed
But my payments are five months behind.”