by willowdot21

Haunting and sad this troubled young man who grew to be a Bolshi  detective  inspector, opera loving, crossword breaker and  connoisseur of real ale, has taken my interest . Here is part of a little ode to Endeavor / Morse, that is buzzing around my head.


Endeavor, Endeavor

A lonely young man but clever.

A fast tract detective before his time

Super sleuth quick he is and always  solves the crime.

Music his first love. Opera his life’s blood and sustenance.

Real ale his hobby,a joy to light his countenance .

As young man he was tipped to be a top scholar

At home within the dreaming spires along the Thames.

Sadly something happened a tragedy, lady fate felt his collar.

Sulhamstead was his bolt hole he passed out a policeman with no friends.

Thursday was his boss who saw him for his true worth

He  encouraged Endeavor  and brought him on.

Always seeing things differently, dedicated he was  the butt of others mirth.

Haunting  and troubled his career  rose high and went on and on.


To be continued maybe.

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