The Big Happy Ever After

She was one cool chick. Dressed - très chic. She curved in all the right places - if ya get my drift. Her name was Miss Dumpty. Claimed her father Humpty had been pushed - taken the fall for some Mr. Big and got his. I remembered the case. His smile was cracked...yoke all over his face..legs scrambled at an unnatural angle. The autopsy pics made me sick. Said she had gone to Sam Spade to dig up dirt. But no dice. Sam's paid..he's off the case. She spat the name out with a thanks-for-nothing look. "So. I came to you. See what you can do! " "What's in it for me! " I smirked. "Me! " she clucked in a Linda Darnellish way. Turned out it was Little Boy...would ya believe it...Blue! Jealous of Humpty's easy said-ness and how he got recited more often than Mr. B. Blue. Nursery Crime is increasing so they tells me. Too many modern authors making bawdy parodies.. Or in the dirty Limericks Business. Scaring the kiddies away. Putting the frightners on parents. Me and Miss Dumpty? We're going for the big happy ever after!