David McLansky

Freshman - 867 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Inspector Clouseau - Poem by David McLansky

Inspector Clouseau
A flic de la rue
Always knew what to do;
Whether disarming bombs
Or shouting alarms,
He was a Frenchman though and through.

In the Art of Disguise
He was often unwise,
In fact he one time went nude;
With an unplayed guitar
He got into his car,
And showed he wasn't a prude;

He wouldn't relent
A hound on the scent
When pursuing those outside "the loo."
He practiced Karate
Though his houseboy was dotty
While bedding Yvette Mimieux.


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  • Freshman - 900 Points Leslie Philibert (1/13/2013 5:59:00 AM)

    Funny! Good write -. well done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 13, 2013


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