The truth about Hopkinson.(Poem)

 
THE TRUTH ABOUT HOPKINSON 
 
   You can always get a body if you know just where to go. 
   There's a body in the lobby and it's sadly apropos 
   The olfactory discomfort will indubitably grow 
   While the weather's like the weather on the streets. 
 
   I'm uncertain of its provenance or who it may have been 
   (Before it was the body in the lobby there I mean). 
   Though it's rather like a chap I used to know in Aberdeen 
   Where the weather's like the weather in the streets. 
 
   There's a story to a body. Was it knifed or was it shot? 
   Did it die of natural causes? I suspect that this did not. 
   It's a body that ought not to be a body that we've got, 
   And the weather's like the weather on the streets. 
 
   You can booby-trap the bathtub, you can set the bed ablaze, 
   You can add a tad of arsenic to the lobster mayonnaise, 
   You can terminate a person in so many different ways, 
   Still the weather's like the weather on the streets. 
 
   I don't want to be a pedant. I don't want to make a fuss. 
   I don't want to be a nuisance when there's nothing to discuss, 
   But the finger of suspicion points unerringly at us 
   And the weather's like the weather on the streets. 
 
   In this tricky situation, might I venture to suggest, 
   ...