Humpty Dumpty had a fall,
sitting high upon a wall.
Couldn’t put him back again,
not with horses or with men.
Happened by a laundry mat,
secret film caught all the splat.
Cleaned it up with mops and brooms,
nothing left but stubborn fumes.
That was fake – so here’s the truth,
presented by this novice sleuth.
‘Twas not Humpty in that rubble,
for he had a body double.