The Sheepish Inspector Clueslow

I had pulled on a sock

when came a knock

that morn at six o’clock

I got a shock

at my door stood a flock

of lambs and rams and ewes

“Why have you no shoes?

This does not amuse

when we bring news

of developments and clues.”

Encouraged to dash

I dressed in a flash

grabbed loose cash

into the rain did splash

“Where are we heading?”

I asked, still warm from bedding

following the sheep’s treading

through petals blown from hedging

in the direction of Reading.

“It is quite a way”

a lamb turned to say

“for such a wet day

on paths of clay

but we must not delay.”

We moved apace

I got red of face

joining the chase

for news on the case

that took much space

in the daily press

I’d had little success

evidence all a mess

no suspect would confess

I was under duress

to solve the crime

under pressure of time

no longer in my prime

as we hit a hill to climb

I called out ‘Wait! I’m…”

but the sheep rushed on

I had to stay strong

it would not be long

they’ve not been wrong

always on song

when called upon

by their sense of duty

to come and help me

after I had set free

a ram mistakenly

charged with animal cruelty.

At last they stopped

by a tree just lopped

where they had copped

a man I’d once shopped

but who free had hopped

to continue with his trade

that always dismayed

showing crime might pay

by his ostentatious display

of ill-gotten gains

“So it was you! At last!”

I weakly gasped

his look aghast

to have his past

have the laugh last

and catch him so

“Did you not know

I might be slow

but despite aggro

will never let go

if some two-timing, cheating, lying, rustling crook like you ever crosses me. I always win in the end, because, unlike you, I have friends.”

The sheep and I took the criminal to the police station, then set off to the local pub for a celebratory beer, but with no luck.

Apparently, the landlord had recently had difficulty with this flock, something to do with illegal gambolling, so they were all barred.

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n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 A Skeltonic for a Friday.

NaPoWriMo

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CLP 16/04/2021