I might be an Anglophile, ’cause I love British TV;
though if I am, its okay, no one is mocking me.
Comedies are great, the dramas are better
but my heart truly lies amongst the mystery.
The ladies – Ms. Marple, Thyme, and Rosemary –
and the Inspectors: Morse, Poirot, Lewis and Lynley,
they all work to solve an intricate or brutal crime;
but none can compare to Midsomer’s Tom Barnaby.
From Midsomer Murders, he’ll e’er be first choice;
the stories’r told with his wife, Joyce, cheerful and lovely.
Their feisty young daughter joined in the fun,
loving books and acting, she was aptly named Cully.
He shared a sense of peace each day as I sat knitting,
his time on that show too short – oh that Tom Barnaby!
The actor who played him, a man named John Nettles,
retired amidst fanfare at just under seventy.
Barnaby trained a few sidekicks, Gavin Troy, Dan Scott
and Ben Jones. Oh, how I miss them all dearly!
He’d solve every crime and catch the riffraff
and they’d be taken away, ending my eve, cleanly.
The new inspector, John Barnaby, is a fine detective and
I won’t complain much, as he solves crimes quite funnily.
His engaging wife, Sarah, along with his dog, Sykes,
stay home to take care of their baby, a daughter, Betty.
I still watch the new series, each as its doled out,
and I’ll keep knitting, as murder ensues brazenly;
but I’ll never forget, nor shall I stop missing
my favorite detective, that old Chief Inspector, Tom Barnaby.
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My own heart agrees!
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