A/N: I'm not a poet...never claimed to be. Just had this silly rhyme in my head and had to write it down.
The Millie Eastman Affair
By Me
I wanted an opening line
And it slowly turned into a rhyme
So I knew it had to be a poem
And that I could show 'em
That even though I'm new
I can be a poet too
It was a very sad day when Millie died
The whole town came and Dixie cried
But there is a story to be told
On that day in the rain and cold
Two paramedics
(It is to their credit)
They witnessed with their very eyes
What happens when a person dies
Only to rise from the dead
And seek revenge
Well, it was a cloudy day
Some time in May
When she got the call
(I think it was Ms. McCall)
Over the telephone was a man named Brackett
The tale he told, man what a racket!
Dixie frowned and told him to slow down
The young physician
(Making a hasty decision)
Caught his breath
And told his friend of a person's death
It was a great shock
But made for great talk
Around the fire station table
Where conversation was growing stale
Mainly because of Gage
(Who in his infinite wisdom)
Told a long story
All about faith and glory
Chet had heard it a thousand times
And was getting sick of inane rhymes
Before he could tell the medic to shut up
The phone rang and Captain Stanley got up
Picking up the phone
And talking in a deep tone
He listened with intent
And was talking of Millie in past tense
Roy gasped in horror
And Gage couldn't have been any surer
That it wasn't just death, but a murder
"Who would hurt her?"
Mike asked in sorrow
"I don't know, we'll find out tomorrow"
Chet chastised the engineer,
Snorting with a jeer
The captain slapped him upside the head, and said,
"Let's go to bed"
Gage sighed as he laid down
And asked his partner with a frown
"When do you think the funeral will be?"
Roy rolled his eyes and really couldn't see
Why Gage would want to know such a thing
So, the whole night, the alarm didn't ring
(It'd been a long time since they'd gotten a good night's sleep)
And none of them uttered a peep
The morning came,
And much was the same
Except the lingering knowledge that someone had died
While at the hospital to pick up supplies
The two paramedics tried to pry
And discover who had murdered Millie
Dixie laughed and told them they were silly
Roy was offended
And Gage intended
To get to the bottom of this situation
And without hesitation
He traipsed into Brackett's office
And declared "Now I've seen a lot of this-"
Brackett told him to have a seat
And stop trying to be a sneak
The young paramedic slumped his shoulders
And thought that that room couldn't have gotten any colder
A long silence followed
And Brackett swallowed
Trying to think of an excuse
So he would not be accused
Of murder in the third degree
But the doctor was keen
He shrugged and said it was a heart attack
After that, he slapped Gage on the back
And told him not to worry
And that surely
It was Millie's time
Gage wasn't so bright
And took this news as gospel
He then grabbed Roy, and they left the hospital
Yes it was true, Brackett was a killer
(Not the kind from a best-selling thriller)
He was clever and devious
(Not to mention mischievous)
He had poisoned Dixie's old friend
Who was in the hospital, on the mend
Why would such a great doctor do such a thing, you may ask?
Well, it's all part of a simple task
Millie wrote the young doctor out of her will
Depriving him of a substantial amount of money, and causing him to kill
But what none of them knew
Was the horror and strife that would pursue
One night in Brackett's house
As he was lying on the couch
Watching an old movie
(It wasn't your 70s groovy)
It was in black and white
Just like his darkened house, quiet and out of the light
Then, from the shadows, a figure stepped forward
Holding a bloody sword
Son of a gun, it was Millie!
The prospect made Brackett chilly
He stammered and stuttered
But still couldn't utter
A cry for help
He knew he had to save himself
The klaxons sounded in the station
And the firemen jumped up, wishing they were on vacation
Racing through traffic
The squad car the fastest
The paramedics arrived at the scene
Their car glowing in an eerie red sheen
They ran to the house and knocked on the door
Gage shook his head and told Roy he was sure
The back door was open
And it was, the window broken
And not having spoken
They took in the sight before them
Shining like a gem
Was a bloody red sword
Held by Millie's ghost, who had not said a word
Gage crossed himself in fear
And Roy was at the point of tears
When he saw Millie had had her revenge
On Dr. Brackett, who was lying in the wedge
Between the couch and the coffee table
Gage took a pulse and told Roy his breathing was unstable
Ignoring the ghost, they got ready to transport
And picked up Brackett, who was of a bloody sort
They got him to the hospital on time
And tried to be kind
But they knew that he had killed Millie Eastman
And being confident men
They, with Dixie, confronted the wounded doctor
He told Dixie what had happened, and it was a shock to her
She didn't know what to think
Gage snorted and called him a fink
Brackett waved him off
And told him he was soft
That it wasn't fair that he was written out
Roy told him that that was no reason to pout
Gage rolled his eyes and said
"Because of him, Millie's dead!"
Roy nodded and said, "That's true"
Dixie looked at him and asked, "So what do you want to do?"
Gage picked up the phone and said with a grin
"How's about we call the police?" much to Brackett's chagrin
So, Reed and Malloy came and arrested the punk
And said, "You dirty skunk!"
So, our tale ends
With Brackett on the mend
(In jail of course)
Thanks to the police force
And a little help from two paramedics
Who, if they had never had said it
Would have let a killer go
(But, that never happened on the show)
The End.