The CSI Limerick Collection

The CSI Limrics Collection

It's based in Las Vegas, NV,
With many deaths, strange as can be.
The city of sin,
It may find you in,
The lab on a slab, can't you see.

A young lass named Sara Sidle,
Anything but suicidal,
She has a few quirks,
A guy where she works,
A knack for what's homocidal.

Their DNA guy is named Greg,
Just give him an arm or a leg,
He'll find out who's who,
Just give him a clue,
Ask him for their name, but don't beg.

Grissom is the boss you can tell,
Evidence as such, he can smell,
As far as his bugs,
They'll point out the thugs,
Revealing where evil does dwell.

A lead CSI is Warrick,
And for sure he knows every trick,
His trouble with bets,
Has not sunk him yet,
He has problems he has to lick.

Catherine, she is a real dish,
Her pleasure is every man's wish,
Scientist by chance,
For men she would dance,
Now, a print brush her only swish.

A hard bitten cop is Jim Brass,
He's never caught flat on his ass,
He'll slap on the cuffs,
On villians so rough,
He makes jokes that are somewhat crass.

Another lab tech is Nick Stokes,
So serious, he won't make jokes,
He's good with a gun,
Yells "Now firing one",
He can match the guns to dead blokes

Dr. Al is part of the crew,
Bodies to him are nothing new,
Their skin he will cut,
From the head to butt,
Finding out how their killer slew.