As with yesterday, poor health means I’m gonna double up on poems today too. I’m still sticking to theme though. So all good.
Here is the prompt from TheDirtyThirty2020 #day19.
“You’re a criminal mastermind leaving a note at one of your classic, non-murderous, white collar, victimless crime scenes. In the letter, you leave a secret, hidden message for a genius, wily investigator to find, hoping for a game of cat and mouse they’ll make a movie about one day. Write the letter you leave.”
Given the task was to leave a letter for an inspector to find I thought who’s the best inspector I know? Why Peter Sellers of course. To make things more interesting I thought I’d combine another character into the mix as the criminal.
So here’s my letter from Where’s Wally to Inspector Clouseau.
What’s Wally stolen?
Clouseau – you cannot catch me – I’ve left no clue
Or maybe I have – so beware – that clue’s untrue
Vanished I have – into the ether – into the air
Into here – into there – perhaps into everywhere
Disappearing in crowds is what I do best of all
– where’s that effing Wally? – I hear you chiding
1f you get really desperate you could always call
911, or 999, or 000, 112, 110 – depends where I’m hiding
Can you find me – can you guess what I’ve got
Unlikely I’d say – you’re too big a clot
Rest for a moment – no – you’d best not
Everyone in the world wants – what’s in my pot
(Note: I may not have obeyed every single adjectival prompt request.)