It wasn’t flustered Colonel Mustard,
and it wasn’t Professor Plum;
It definitely wasn’t Miss Scarlett,
she’d a letter from her mum;
The Reverend Green was at the scene,
holding up a dagger;
but he said he’d been learning Macbeth,
and practising his stagger;
Mr. Black, had a lack
of motive, or so he said;
and little Miss Orchid…
was laying in the Library,
reading books upon the undead.
Mrs. Peacock shaking from the shock
of finding no murder, did howl;
much in the manner of a banshee,
or a visiting migrant owl.
I thought that it was Mrs White
with a blancmange
in the hall
But, it turns out
that I was in the wrong house,
and there hadn’t been a murder at all.