A Face To Forget

An ironic conversation

"Height?"
     "Around 6', maybe 5'11" without shoes on..."
"Hair?"
     "Brown, around shoulder length in the back and down to the nose in the front."
"Eyes?"
     "Either brown or hazel, and bloodshot"
"Any distinguishing features?"
     "He wore glasses - dirty ones, which hung crooked."
"Anything else you can remember?"
     "Oh, yes - the last thing he said to me-
     'I've got a .38 and two bodies in my trunk that say this is a face worth forgetting.'"

Author's Note

I came up with this one on the way back to my room one night. I can't say it's completely serious... but then again, I rarely am. Probably not the greatest poem /EVAR/ but I think it's a bit clever and kinda funny :D