The Detective Or Great Expectations Or Not
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing.
How happy she felt now that it was spring.
She smelled the bouquet of fragrant roses
She would marry him; offer her posies.
Up she climbed the stairs to their hiding place,
Her face shining, lovely so full of grace.
The sleuth would ruin such a lovely face,
He knew well, her divorce was fine as lace.
From here the city churches pierced the mist.
Viewing the scene; anger he couldn't resist.
He had done his job; got all evidence,
She had money; a place of residence.
It was time to get paid and enjoy life
He had no thought of making her his wife.
Took his fee, opened the door, and watched her stare.
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
He'd disappear, went to another town
Found other women, but avoid renown.
10 syllables per line, hopefully.
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