A girl washed up on the beach

The long seagull infested bay
Sprawled into life before my eyes
And as the breaking waves rolled along the sea edge
I observed the locals and their look of surprise
A tanned narcissistic looking officer greeted me
He seemed to float on the golden sands
"We found her here this morning officer" he uttered
"She was naked with just a scarf wrapped round her hands"
I saw the poor bleach blonde creature
All covered over by a pristine white sheet
A drown maiden washed in by the ocean
Her modesty now restored from head to feet
The investigations were long and gruelling
But the view and hospitality never diminished
I never felt anything negative here
From the beginning to when I finished
The killer was a lonely Moroccan tourist
Who misjudged friendship for something more
Such a waste of a beautiful life
Left naked on a postcard shore