Vic Smith was a good friend of mine, he liked to hang aroundSo cheerful and good natured his feet rarely touched the ground.Worked hard for his clients as an agent literaryTo find him swaying on the set unsightly, sad and scary.At first mistaken for a prop, his corpse was a dead ringerFor an inert bag of bones, none knew he was a swinger.Coroner soon cut him down, Vic Smith returned to earthAustin shed a tear for one who had increased his worth.A note pinned to his pocket claimed that soon more would be deadUnless production was shut down, film project put to bed.None may threaten Dick or Lizz who remain on the caseThey follow clues, both hate to lose, they relish a good chase.Lizz secures the crime scene, for Smith is no piñataTook a drop. A man not prop. Detectives really oughtaStrive and race to solve the case lest Hangman kills once moreThe set’s a place for shooting film, not stringing up fresh gore.
Vic Smith was a good friend of mine, he liked to hang aroundSo cheerful and good natured his feet rarely touched the ground.Worked hard for his clients as an agent literaryTo find him swaying on the set unsightly, sad and scary.At first mistaken for a prop, his corpse was a dead ringerFor an inert bag of bones, none knew he was a swinger.Coroner soon cut him down, Vic Smith returned to earthAustin shed a tear for one who had increased his worth.A note pinned to his pocket claimed that soon more would be deadUnless production was shut down, film project put to bed.None may threaten Dick or Lizz who remain on the caseThey follow clues, both hate to lose, they relish a good chase.Lizz secures the crime scene, for Smith is no piñataTook a drop. A man not prop. Detectives really oughtaStrive and race to solve the case lest Hangman kills once moreThe set’s a place for shooting film, not stringing up fresh gore.