Sirens!  Flashing blue!

Run! The police are on to you!

Ah, they’ve gone past. Phew.

Clever endeavour

As Morse inquires his way round

Oxford’s dreaming spires.

Doing A Stretch / Not

At Leisure / Detained At His

Majesty’s Pleasure.

Lawyers, we are told,

Never feel old, but may feel

They’ve lost their appeal.

Stories leave juries

Unconvinced, when burglars

Leave their fingerprints.

Turning informer

To save his skin; he snitched and

Dobbed the others in.