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Ain'T Got a Clue
Who cut the curd cyanide cheese, thinning out the rank suspect crowd? Who gassed death in the air bleed, releasing an odor murder most foul? Follow the phew olfactory clues, motive scented everywhere ghoul smell Mrs. White was it your grey hairs ... leaving a poison bottom bottle mist trail spiraling down the Library stairs? Professor Plum where did you just Hallway fruity fungi come from? The Observatory Room window was open, but now it’s mysteriously been closed Did you concoct this suffocating wrench plan, and what’s with the cotton-stuffed nose? Everybody here got the crimson royal flushed face, that could only mean one candlestick thing — Miss Scarlet’s been butt creeping around the place, no doubt, looking for the hidden bling-bling Still, who got the super bad mojo Bathroom bowels, so flatulently criminal ... making eyes roll? Who put Mr. Green’s intestinal aerosol-laced towels in the Kitchen behind the snuff dish bowl? What do those Clues tell you, Lady A.C. detective, it’s a foul play odor-kill so Murder She Wrote A farted-out farce, very nasal encore hard to sniff — the last big reveal is an Insp. Clouseau note: Colonel Mustard did it with a gastronomical strangling choke In the Guest Room with a belly-loosened, vapor belt rope
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