When Buckley’s finest boys and girls in blue
sit in their station – next to the dry cleaner's –
they’re used to having bugger all to do,
(except ignoring minor misdemeanors).
Yet now they have a murder – two in fact –
the foulest crimes in local history!
What beast could perpetrate such grisly acts?
Who could untangle such a mystery?
While you, dear readers, know the killer, dammit,
Inspector Whitehall
hasn’t got a clue –
and reading Conan Doyle and Dashiell Hammett
has not prepared her for such ballyhoo!
She downs her whiskey, lights a Lucky Strike,
and steps into the rain, all cliché-like...
AB
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