Tag Archives: #AgathaChristie

“A magpie sat at the top of a tree”

“A magpie sat at the top of a tree”

A magpie sat at the top of a tree,

two others flew down and then there were three;

two flew off at the sound of a gun

three minus two, that makes one.

A magpie sat at the top of the tree,

he flew off,

and then there were none.

The Body In The Library

The Body in the Library

(Yet another poem that tries to fit the title of an Agatha Christie novel in to it)

The Bodleian Library,

in Oxford,

has quite a few books

in crannies

and nooks;

when

I

went there

I was

the

Odd body in the library.

There is… always a train.

There is… always a train

… always a train;

in every episode of Poirot;

well, in most of them,

I should say.

Time and time again

we see Hercule

upon a train,

waving goodbye to,

or greeting one

in a Herculean way.

‘There’s always a train

Mm-hmm, there’s always a train

Always, always (always a train)‘*

Always,

always,

always a train.

*from Always The Sun by The Stranglers

Agatha Christiemas – Boxing Day 2018 #22 (21:00)

Agatha Christiemas – Boxing Day 2018 #22 (21:00)

Agatha Christiemas?

What shall we find with the new Poirot?

Shall it be ABC 5*

Parts 1,2 and 3?

Or will it be a Hickory Dickory Shock

to the system?

Shall I have to get the 3:10 from Paddington to Bear it?

Who knows whether John Suchet

can be bettered

or equaled…

it is, perhaps,

just a previous reincarnation

sequelled?

James Japp

James Japp

James Japp

was a detective chap

although he needed Hercules

to put him right;

and Captain Hastings

usually gets it all wrong

apart from the one thing he says

that sets Hercules’ little grey cells thinking

upon the correct path

to the logical solution.

“AgathaChristiethon, anybody?”

“AgathaChristiethon!”

Yesterday,

The Mysterious Affair at Styles

was the first

many followed

few bettered.

Today’s AgathaChristiethon

starts with A Pocketful Of Rye;

while the weather is appalling

It helps the day slip by.

Happy Birthday, Agatha Christie


Author’s Note: I should have posted this today.
The mystery

Of Agatha Christie

And where she went

For those eleven days

Has never truly been explained.
It has been said

That she left her daughter in bed

And went to seek a truth.
But, the truth will out

Without a doubt…

But, there is nowt

That is known

Of where Agatha went.
When she returned

It couldn’t be learned

Of where she had been

Or what she had done.
It was Agatha Christie

With the Unknown Purpose

In the Morris Cowley

That did it;
But, what ‘it’ may have been…
Perhaps, we shall never know.
Well, we all like a good mystery.