Female Detective Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The female detective

When I'm tired of watching the world`s gloomy
news and tired of my attempt to find the truth
of my life, I turned to JB Fletcher.
She appears in a middle-class environment and
The police commissioner when crimes occur
Is an idiot, and Fletcher takes over, murders always
Happens when she looks in this Paradise where
men wear wigs and heavy make-up to disguise
their age.
She finds the diamond brooch under the carpet
and the criminal always confess and takes her the time
to explain to the murderer where he went wrong.
She then has lunch with the police commissioner and
Take the plain back to Cabot Lodge.