Midsomers Murder

An excellent had was won;

the day positively glowered.

Nothing could dispel the deeply-fried

air that spring gala day

of mirth, gossip and glory.

Someone stuffed up today,

someone not local; surely the

Inspector Wood knew the culprit;

the lemon-tainted octopod

burred and buzzed its escape

leaving both Inspector and

gasping geriatrics gobsmacked!

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

 

 

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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