Henrik Vanger sat staring for hours
At the wall, in his office, with flowers.
Was baffled as well;
This case was beyond his police powers.
“Mikael Blomkvist’s the journo for me!
I saw him last night on tv.
He’ll come live in my hut
And freeze off his butt
If I pay him a big enough fee.”
So Blomkvist was sent for and hired,
Far from happy with what was required.
Asked to track down a teen
Who’d for years not been seen,
He declared that he’d rather be fired.
Lawyer Dirk got our hero to stay
With a promise of increase in pay
If he’d find Vanger’s niece
His reward would increase –
By how much we would rather not say.
Turns out Martin was killing off women
And Harriet took her dad swimming.
Gottfried his name,
Raping daughters his game,
So it wasn’t a sin to do him in.
Blomkvist went down in the cellar
Which was not an idea that was stellar.
Soon he was swinging,
And Martin was singing;
He wasn’t the cleverest feller.
In the nick of time enter our Liz
That undersized technical whizz.
She don’t take no shit
and hit Martin a bit
With a golf club, apparently his.
So Blomkvist was saved once agin
From the mess he had got himself in.
Then Erika said
“Come dear, let’s go to bed,
That Salander girl’s way far too thin.”
© D. K. Janotta 2013
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