(Sort of) A Sonnet to Cluedo
“How do I solve thee?
Let me count the ways.
Thou art more complex
And more intriguing
Than a maze inside a labyrinth
Within an enigma.
In fact, I think that you are
Mrs White in the Kitchen
With the Food Mixer!
What? No food mixer?
How strange. You’d think they’d
Have a food mixer in there – I have.
Though, I suppose it’s better for making cakes than corpses…
Although a corpse-cake
May be an idea for a Cluedo-themed party… that’s an idea.
Oh! Well, perhaps it was Mr Bun the Baker in the Bakery with the Stale Baguette?
What do you mean, you’re not playing anymore?
It’s your game and you’re going home!
Now, we’ll never know who did it…
With what… And to whom!”
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PC Leaves (it’s his name) leaves.
Lady W: Do you think he suspects?
Syd: He hasn’t a clue!
Stiff: He’s not alone.
Syd: Are you still alive?
Stiff: I’m ‘invincible!’
Lady W: I can see you!
Lady W: As plain as this!
The dagger gets the stiff ‘really’ dead.
Lady W: Now that ‘we’ have cleared the field, the Whom fortune is mine!
Lady W: Yes, mine, take this!
Syd: A bottle with ‘Poison!’ writ on it!
Lady W: I’m all out of knives.
Syd: Do you really think I’m going to drink this?
Lady W: Not at all – that’s why I coated the bottle in poison.
Lady W: …win?
PC Leaves returns.
PC: I’m going to need a bigger notebook!
PC Leaves leaves
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