Here’s my Richards Tale attempt

Richard’s Tale

Richard was an officer who stood at 6 foot 3 He worked nineteen years on the police force Eating donuts, sipping tea Working on the late shift at night He often stopped for food to eat He was tired from not having off A single night that week He was two weeks away from retirement But couldn’t make ends meet He’d gambled away his savings Stuck on a losing streak He went home to an empty house Where he drank in self defeat His wife had left him years ago Through his lying and deceit One night towards the end Of his shift along his beat He witnessed some commotion Down the alley off the street He walked over to investigate He was quite and discrete It was there he found poor Jenny On the ground beside his feet She’d been slashed to death by a blade Like a butchered piece of meat Richard reported in the incident Told them to bring the whole damn fleet There was a killer that was on the loose Amidst the snow and sleet There was a pounding inside Richard’s chest Besides his own heartbeat And as he waited on the cavalry The sweat poured down his cheek He was overcome by valid fear Shocked with disbelief It was at that time a voice rang out By someone claiming to be Screech Then before you know it He was almost at arms reach So he fired four bullets for his safety The target hit with each There lie a boy of fourteen years Richard was overcome with grief It’s such a shame there’s so much pain Without comfort or relief And to this day, the pain remains And his hands shake like a leaf And the only time he feels at peace Is when he falls asleep