GIVE IS A "CLUEDO" . . .

GIVE US A "CLUEDO" . . . 

Down at the "Tudor Manor" Mr Black is lying dead 

Insteps Miss Scarlett in her new crimsom red dress 

Her willow wispy blonde hair in all of a terrible mess

She's heading for the consevatory in one 'eck of a rush 

Her clothes all disarranged and in what looks like smutch 

Col. Mustard - sitting cozy by the fire so shocked by the sight

His glass monocle fell from his eye from the sheer bloody fright

In the kitchen Professor Plum was given Mrs White one on the table 

He would have liked it on all fours but his knees just were not able

Rev. Green popped down into the kitchen to make a pot of China tea

Causing poor Mrs White to jump up - rearrange her ripped skirt and flee

Back in the conservatory Miss Scarlett make her excuses and got up to leave 

Was her quick exit out of the room just a excuse so others she could deceive ?

Rev. Green returned with the teapot of China tea with hands that were all of a dither

His face a ghastly white and his faith in "God" had all near gone had started to wither

Cup in hand all of a trembling old Col. Mustard picked up on all the clues he could glean

While eyeing across the room at the very suspicious ghastly pale face of  the Rev. Green

Professor Plum and the now neatly re-arranged Miss Scarlett entered the room arm in arm

"Thus" now causing the now poor old Rev. Green into a high sense of total and utter alarm

Poor Mrs White mean while was hot and all of a fluster could no longer be found or seen 

Was within her cold damp meager quarters stitching away at her newly ripped skirt seam 

Mrs Peacock was in the hall when she let out an awful scream - clung to the stairwell post 

Had found on her travels to the ballroom hung high a swinging piece of old noose like rope

Everybody rushed to the hall to entertain her and to find out the reason of all the commotion

When in his haste Col. Mustard tripped - his revolver going off with one 'eck of an explosion

With all of that then the bloody lights within "Tudor Manor" without reason suddenly went out

Professor Plum started to run off to look for a candle - he exclaimed with an uncertain shout

With the lighted candle in its candle stick in hand they all ventured down into the murky cellar     

Rev. Green donnot put your finger into the fuse box Mrs Peacock he was just about to tell her

When to add to the mix all of a sudden a lead pipe burst carrying cold water showering them all

Mrs Peacock retracted her boney finger from the fuse box with an "Phew" that was a close call  

 Mrs white bent over - rummaging around the celler floor in the hope of finding a nice big spanner

When Professor Plum not one to miss a trick lifted her newly stitched skirt and preceded to bang her

Suddenly the lights reappeared back on and with a few turns of the spanner the burst pipe was fixed

Old Rev. Green once again a ghastly pale his eyes on Professor Plum and Mrs White were transfixed

Col. Mustard had decided enough was enough - cold and soddening wet made his way to the study

Mrs Peacock overwhelmed by all of this had started to squawk like some old demented fuddy duddy

While Miss Scarlett indignant and hurt at Professor Plum and Mrs White and what she had just seen

Started to scream and shout accusations at the Professor Plum like some over berated drama queen

Professor Plum was not fazed one bit by it all - said I am off to the billards room to play some balls

Miss Scarlett wanting revenge left in anger into the libary to make some very private telephone calls

Mrs White returned to the kitchen to make them all something to eat - started to prepare the lunch 

Muttering only to herself on the way - they are flippin' mad the lot of them - the mad flippin bunch

Mrs Peacock set off intrepdation into the dining room with the hungry hope of something nice to eat

Rev. Green was quietly having kittens pondering on what sermon to his faithful flock he should bleat

At the very end there was only the dagger and the lounge that had remained to ever come into to play

For the murderer - your guess is as good as mine - was never found - not even up to this very day ; )

Indiana Shaw . . . (*-* )