Inspector Clonue arrives just in time
To the scene of yet another crime.
The suspect is held in his place
By the local sheriff’s tight embrace.
Surprisingly,
The was no body to be found
But a big red puddle on the ground.
The inspector sits, his finger dips,
Into the puddle, to his lips.
He cleans his finger on his clothes
And sais: “This substance is not blood!
But it is ketchup, I suppose.“
The sheriff sighs with relieved gaze
And sais: Aah, so then I guess
The spot on the couch is…
To the scene of yet another crime.
The suspect is held in his place
By the local sheriff’s tight embrace.
Surprisingly,
The was no body to be found
But a big red puddle on the ground.
The inspector sits, his finger dips,
Into the puddle, to his lips.
He cleans his finger on his clothes
And sais: “This substance is not blood!
But it is ketchup, I suppose.“
The sheriff sighs with relieved gaze
And sais: Aah, so then I guess
The spot on the couch is…
