Please try to keep sand off the body!
The SOCO shouts
for the seventeenth time.
However, with great solemnity,
and at one quarter speed
Wilson, Kepple and Betty continue dancing
the sand dance just outside the crime-scene tape.
Oy you! Screams DI Blenkinsop,
I saw you hook that glove up with your cane,
Chaplin! He fumes. Let's have more happy/sad
clowning from you, and less sneaking off with clues
to check out in your own time.
In fact, he concludes, why don't you go
find Laurel and Hardy
and ask what's taking them so long
fetching me a bloody stepladder...
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