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Mystery Buff
'Twas a dark and stormy night", the whodunit book began! I reckon that is music to the ears of an avid mystery fan. To curl up with a book by the fire on a dark and stormy night, With the lights dimmed low, it sets the mood perfectly right! The corpus was found by the maid sprawled upon the floor, And nigh him lay an elephant gun with a fifty caliber bore! It appeared fairly obvious as to how the feller met his doom. However, in such criminal cases, 'tis best not to presume! Enter now the debonair detective, a pipe-smoking chap, Wearing a suit of tweed, sporting a deer stalkers cap. In a practiced pose he mused with his chin in his hand, Pondering what miscreant brought this feller to his end! Could it have been the butler who did the dastardly deed, Or the ne'er-do-well brother-in-law in a pique of greed? Perhaps it was the work of a jealous, jilted lover. He searched for every clue as over the body he did hover. Aha! The astute constable noted there was no bullet hole or gore, But nearby lay an empty bottle shattered about the floor! Alas, dear reader, what did him in was no foe or friend. 'Twas that deadly, demon rum that brought him to "THE END!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved
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