30 October 2012
'Twas a stormy night Lit by lightning's light When old man Black was killed They found him there At the foot of the stairs And saw his blood had been spilled Six suspects named And each of them blamed For the murder of their friend Hmm... Let's see... Hopefully We'll find our killer at the end
As keen as his name His nature's the same As suspect, Colonel Mustard is hot But he cannot fire A revolver. The liar! In fact he's a terrible shot
What about Mrs. White? She's always polite Do we find her excuse watertight? Her alibi Is as good as her pie She was stuck in the kitchen all night
Now to Reverend Green Spent all evening unseen Did he have an unsavoury plan? While someone was slaying The reverend was praying Expect no more from a holy man
Preening and prissy Mrs. Peacock had a hissy When the time came to be the accused They all heard her shout When the power went out That's why the candlestick was used
Dear Professor Plum's A master of sums Let's see him work this one out His excuse, rather handy Drunk on aged brandy Asleep for his host's fatal shout
Which leaves us Miss Scarlet The temptress, the harlot Dressed up like Jessica Rabbit A serial bitch Chasing men that are rich In fact it was her lifes habit
She'd seduced Mr. Black Put him flat on his back And gave him the time of his life He called her 'honey' She just thought of the money She even played the doting wife
With no assets forthcoming She had to do something Mr. Black only wanted the sex His life policy Worth millions, you see And now old man Black is her ex
As her hubby lay dead She's resplendent in red And including the guests in her game But their great alibis Helped them see through her lies 'Til they knew it was her they should blame
So her sexual adventures And beautiful dentures Amounted to nothing at all The police did attest 'You're under arrest' Miss Scarlet, with the spanner, in the hall...
A Shady Game • Opuss № I