Get a Clue

Clue

It's a dark and stormy night

At the home of Mr Boddy

He has six guests and

one of them was naughty

With a scuffle in the dark

And a murder most iconic

Mr Boddy's surname has 

Proven quite ironic

It's a terrible mystery

The burden falls on you

To solve the crime of history

You need to get a clue

As investigators go you

Are not as smart as most

When it comes to forensics

You are dumber than a post

Cuz you can't tell by looking

Which weapon did him in

Was it a gunshot or a stabbing

Or those rope burns on his chin?

The time has come for questioning

In vain they filibustered

You march them all into the Hall

And start with Colonel Mustard

You question him with relish

But his intellect is slow

You try to make him catch up

But he's Mustard as you know

You move on to Mrs Peacock

And it's clear she's feeling blue

But she's a proud old bird

And does not provide a clue

Next up is Miss Scarlett 

clad in the color she loves

Red-handed but that's a herring

She's only wearing her gloves

Mrs White is white with fright

And so is Mr Green

In contrast with Professor Plum

Who seems so peachy-keen

You find a secret passage

As the night draws on

But the crime is yet unsolved

And now it's nearing dawn

You riffle through the study

And then you find a paper

You finally have the clue you need

To solve this dreadful caper

None of the guests are guilty

The culprit has another face

It turns out Mr Boddy 

owned Boardwalk and Park Place

The culprit wears a top hat

And seeks monopoly

And though you send him straight to jail

he just might get out free

This is one of my favorites out of all the poems I've written. I'm hoping that I can get Evan to make a song out of it.