AN: as a general rule, my poetry sucks. It sucks bad. And this was one I was really proud of until our Great-Almighty-Head Boy wanted to read it and pointed out that (and as an atheist, I didn't know this) Reverends are Prodestant. I knew the Pope was Catholic but it meant had to change the line about Reverend Green and it kinda ruined it. I spent roughly a week trying to think of a new line.

Anyhoo, this was written for National Poetry Day (the theme was 'Games') and I won the 6th year prize (of which I was the only entrant). This was based on the UK version Cluedo, rather than the American Clue, hence the reason it's Reverend Green and not Mister Green. Related artwork I did for this is at the end ^_^


A clock, it chimes quite late at night,
As screaming rents the air,
For if you visit Tudor Hall,
You'll find a body there.

Detective Brown, he tips his hat
And views the suspects, six.
What secrets are they hiding here,
Between the mortar and the bricks?

The candlestick looks heavy,
It could be Mrs White,
But, then again, Miss Scarlett,
Could have stabbed him just tonight.

And then there's Mrs Peacock,
She might've strangled him with rope,
Or Rev'rend Green had shot him,
His skin's gone slightly taupe.

Let's not forget Professor Plum,
The lead piping's quite suspicious,
Or could Colonel Mustard've used that wrench,
To leave him sleeping with the fishes?

Whatever happened, Doctor Black
Is now quite surely dead.
So now to discover those events
From which his murder led.

The started the evening in the lounge
And drank a little wine,
Though Professor Plum got tipsy,
Everything was fine.

And then, into the dining room,
Mrs White then served the meal,
Whoever planned the murder
Was soon to seal the deal.

The dagger seems to be the tool
To bring about the death,
For Doctor Black was surely stabbed
Until he had no breath.

So now, from where there once were six,
There now is only one,
This was a simple case to solve,
When all was said and done.

A clock, it chimes quite late at night,
As screaming rents the air,
For if you visit Tudor Hall,
You'll find a body there.


As previously stated, my poetry sucks, but apparently my Sims 2 picture-taking skills don't. So here is the artwork I did:
version 1 (unedited): i440 (.) photobucket (.) com (/) albums (/) qq126 (/) CarlaGorgeous (/) Cluedo (.) png
version 2 (sepia, very twenties): i440 (.) photobucket (.) com (/) albums (/) qq126 (/) CarlaGorgeous (/) Cluedo-Old-School (.) png
version 3 (inks): i440 (.) photobucket (.) com (/) albums (/) qq126 (/) CarlaGorgeous (/) Cluedo-Inks (.)png
Just remove the brackets
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Reviews are appreciated, flames are used on my barbecue when we finally get some nice weather.