Without a Clue

The guests were partying in the big house a burglar sneaked in armed with a lead pipe Mrs. White in the kitchen bastes a grouse Colonel Mustard had guests caught in his hype A candle stick shone while hung from a rope in the library Miss Scarlett, dressed in red felt a cold shiver when a hand did grope then led to the study, she, filled with dread In the hall a loud bang sounds with a boom a revolver echoed… Reverend Green fell Professor Plum in the billiard room bled from a dagger…a final farewell In the lounge, Mrs Peacock ( what a wench ) reflects on her actions, holding a wrench © 9/6/2014 This sonnet is based on the game of Cluedo it has been the source of many hours of entertainment and the source of many an argument, possibly leading to murder. Mr Green was originally called Reverend Green it was changed to Mr. for the American market.