I`ve seen them dance with Dodos at dawn
and slide down curves of a mammoth's tusk
to swim in the midst of creation`s spawn,
then define the gloaming and name it dusk.
I`ve seen them skate on the scalp of pluto
and confirm that saturn's rings are of ice;
then suspect all planets like games of Cluedo:
The who dunnit query of who made life?
On the bridge looking at ice cold water
contemplating, thinking about my future,
what if I hadn't known or caught her,
gave her my heart now broken just torture,
I've Never though about giving in before
though never experienced this pain,
rage, disabled my functions at what I saw,
would I be able to trust her ever again,
my choices are few, it's me or them two,
can not live without her or thoughts with him,
easiest thing is what I'm about to do,
I know things have been a little grim,
But she knows how I feel about Cluedo,
To find her playing our personal game
With him things will never be the same.
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.
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