Murder of the Innkeeper
Do you remember the night the Innkeeper’s body
Was found in the pond behind his B & B, Sherlock?
Of course, how could you forget? We were
Meeting him that afternoon for his opening tea!
I recall how we were questioned like common thugs
Because we were on the property, thus suspect,
But I had suspects of my own, though I kept quiet,
The police, however, showed us guests no respect!
You and I had no motive, no weapon, no animosity
After all, we were only the afternoon company,
But we knew his wife knew he was sleeping around
And his chef was so jealous!...and so contrary.
Then, there was the note no one shared with us,
So the Innkeeper could’ve decided to do himself in
After all, I was told he had debt out the ying-yang
At least he didn’t shoot himself after drinking gin.
You know I did not do it, and I know you’re innocent
But I am suspicious of her wearing a bathing suit,
And I’m told she had his wallet, credit cards and all
Now, she has the B & B up for a quick sale, to boot!
EIGHTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 1, 2022
Submitted to "Start Sleuthing" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Natasha L. Scragg
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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