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there stood the queen in her dressing gown upon her face she wore a very long frown for she had lost her diamond and ruby crown she hoped it would be found before sundown she called Scotland Yard to search every locale as without her crown she'd be an unadorned gal inspector Jones arrived in his ex-army jeep telling the queen that he'd catch the thieving creep he thoroughly combed every inch of England he even looked under the white Dover sands a lady in central Manchester gave him an address saying that a felon in Soho had the crown of queen Bess high and low in the streets of Soho he did look to find this most cunning and stealthiest of crooks by a measure of luck he found him sitting on a park bench he was talking to a criminal associate named Roger Dench the inspector seized the felon and cuffed his hands saying pilfering won't be tolerated in any part of England at Scotland he grilled him for information about the queen's crown which he pinch without hesitation some three days later he fronted an Old Bailey judge who sentenced him to sixteen years of jail drudge overjoyed was the queen to have her crown back she could now wear it to The Ascot Race Track the inspector was knighted by good queen Bess as he was a fine man at the detection profess
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
The Crown
there stood the queen in her dressing gown upon her face she wore a very long frown for she had lost her diamond and ruby crown she hoped it would be found before sundown she called Scotland Yard to search every locale as without her crown she'd be an unadorned gal inspector Jones arrived in his ex-army jeep telling the queen that he'd catch the thieving creep he thoroughly combed every inch of England he even looked under the white Dover sands a lady in central Manchester gave him an address saying that a felon in Soho had the crown of queen Bess high and low in the streets of Soho he did look to find this most cunning and stealthiest of crooks by a measure of luck he found him sitting on a park bench he was talking to a criminal associate named Roger Dench the inspector seized the felon and cuffed his hands saying pilfering won't be tolerated in any part of England at Scotland he grilled him for information about the queen's crown which he pinch without hesitation some three days later he fronted an Old Bailey judge who sentenced him to sixteen years of jail drudge overjoyed was the queen to have her crown back she could now wear it to The Ascot Race Track the inspector was knighted by good queen Bess as he was a fine man at the detection profess
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
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