National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Tuesday, 28 September 2021

Cluedo

 The modern-day version of Cluedo
 Would fill you with anguish and dread
No grand stately fame for this modern game
When it features an old garden shed

Mrs. Peacock could be found in a toilet 
She was killed in a bit of a rush
She went to the loo for a minute or two
And was maimed with an old toilet brush

Reverend Green was alone in the kitchen
When we heard a most terrible shout
It was such an old bore, finding him on the floor
with a frying pan that knocked him out

The professor had died in the man cave
It really wasn't much of a chore
There is nothing to see, he was killed by the Wii
after someone had changed his high score

Mrs. White was upstairs in the bathroom
She showered after coming home late
Terrible luck, with an old rubber duck
when she slipped and it ended her fate

Back in the shed in the garden
Mrs. White was as pale as a sheet
It was not that jolly, being stabbed by a brolly
she was drunk and fell over her feet









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