Lament the story of Detective Burkes.
Long hours in the field and behind the desk.
Prickly puzzles loom, unsolved cases grow,
yet on, he moves to close them one by one.
Burkes solved the case of the burned post office.
He spent days getting out of the blackmail.
The man who was shot with no entry wounds,
was finally solved as an inside job.
A donut or three and cups of coffee
help him persist when others are asleep.
“Save us!” they all yell, when troubles arise.
Then Pig, Scum and Bacon, spitefully spewed.
The poor, the beaten yet so gallant knight,
a brave, lone sailor in a sea of corrupt.
The rumpled detective, a dying breed,
humble silent solver, Detective Burkes.
For Illustration Friday’s “Puzzle”