Who Dunnit
Miss Marple did it,
with paper and pen
cuts up the pieces
and fed the wolverine den
Poirot admits its
beyond reasonable ken
all bourgois feaces
to feed the plebian hen
Holmes, that habitual sleuth
fiddles with Watson's smack
just to find the truth
with feverish junkies knack
The only proof
is how the bodies stack
Callahan's aloof
under Columbo's mack
Comments
francisraymonda... | February 16, 2010 - 15:02
your poem has a nice and easy flow and you seem to have managed to put all the necessary "mystery" ingredients in such a short poem. Good job! (X
-Francis
Chundar | February 17, 2010 - 23:57
Thanks, I had this idea that it was pretty suspicious that Angela Langsbury would be present at all those murders, I mean had she been in the police it would have fitted her job descriptionbut since her character in Murder She Wrot was just a writer then suspicions should be raised, perhaps a new series that shows her to be a blood thirsty serial killer who frames others so convincingly that even they think theyve done it. But I couldnt stop there, so I got the idea that most early murder mysteries were marketed to the upper classes when they were written (if for no reason other than the upper classes could read) so I had the words 'bourgois feaces'. Callahan and Columbo got in because I like them