Whodunnit? : A Mystery Poem

What did Lady Bloom do that day?
Go down to breakfast; watch a play;
then, in her room, sometime later,
lunch was brought up by dumb waiter.

And the old cook, Mrs Mitchen?
She was busy in her kitchen
brewing up a hot pot of broth.
That’s when she heard the gun go off.

Then there’s the Butler, Mr Small,
who can prove he was in the hall,
he ran up to investigate
the gun shots, but got there too late.

And the housemaid, named Winifred?
She was upstairs, making the beds
when the foul crime was committed
though she seems somewhat dim-witted.

While the gardener, Mr Sedge
planting something beneath a hedge
on the southern side of the house
thought that someone was shooting grouse.

So who did enter the bedroom
of poor Lady Mathilda Bloom,
then shoot twice and brutally slay
her that cold, bleak December day?

Well, Mrs Mitchen had a grudge.
Lady Blooms father was a Judge
who sentenced her son Tom to die
but she has a firm alibi.

How ‘bout the Butler, Mr Small?
He had no strong motive at all,
though he was Lady Blooms lover
which might implicate another.

You see, the housemaid, Winifred
was in love with him, they all said;
Both Sedge and Mitchen, they tell us
she was obsessed and quite jealous.

And that brings us to Mr Sedge
or should I say Arthur F Dredge,
one time cell mate of Mitchen’s son
and escaped convict on the run.

What of Winifred’s alibi?
She was upstairs and so nearby
to the bedroom of Lady Bloom
when they all heard the gun go boom.

Though, one fact cannot be ignored.
The bolt across Lady Bloom’s door
and the windows, locked from inside,
had not been broken, forced or pried.

And, furthermore, where is the gun?
Forensics have frisked everyone;
scoured the house and searched the grounds
but no gun has, as yet, been found.

It really is a mystery.
With that I’m sure you will agree
and, sadly, I don’t have a clue
who murdered Lady Bloom. Do you?