One starry night
Jack and Jill reached quite a height
On a hill
Where Jack fell in front of Jill.
The police came
Accompanied by an old gossiping dame.
She hadn't seen the crime
On the hill covered with grime.
The dame hadn't seen Jack's attacker,
As the night was becoming blacker.
But the dim-witted dame,
Pointed on Jill, who was not to blame.
The police also not very clever,
Wanted Jill behind the bars forever.
They wanted the case to end
As they didn't have much time to spend.
Jill started to wail
But to no avail.
The police arrested her,
And everyone thought how foolish they were.
Behind the bars she went
And dreamt of days happily spent.
She then called for a detective
Who, according to her, was introspective.
The detective was now hired
On 100 pounds a day.
He went home
And had fun in every possible way.
Occasionally, the detective examined the case
With very little difficulties to face.
He, then at last, put his thoughts in front on Jill
With the total of them not more than nil.
He asked, "Was it a conspiracy
Or just a mere discrepancy?"
"Was the old gossiping dame
Behind this game?"
"Was this all you could think?"
Asked Jill with an incredulous blink.
Jill thought, "Were my hundreds of pounds wasted
In him having his pleasures tasted?"
She screamed in a thunderous voice
Which was not usually nice
"Even a wimp could think
As much of the case you could link!"
She slapped him hard and told me
"I think it's hard for someone as dim as him
To solve a case so grim.
I think it's time that you find
Who was the mastermind?"
