In Clue we each become detectives keen,
Through mansions, dark and shadowed, rooms unseen,
With candlesticks, or ropes, hints left behind,
We search for clues, a culprit’s trail to find.
Miss Scarlet’s footsteps silent in the night,
While Colonel Mustard’s alibi seems right,
Revolver waits, in study placed with care,
The Professor's whispers float through air.
With every turn, our guesses start to grow,
Illusions form, as evidence we know,
Was it in the ballroom with a knife?
Or billiard room, where secrets hold to life?
Together here, in mystery we dwell,
In Clue, we storytell, we weave a spell.
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I remember the game well and not just the game but the application of this to life itself. We all form opinions as we go along and sometimes they are true and sometimes not. Very nicely written
Thank You for your feedback Soren. I always think about board games during the holidays
A clever piece of writing, i really enjoyed it
This poem brings out the detective in me. It also brings me very happy memories of family games and get togethers. Loved the character names in Clue. Thanks for sharing.
Your welcome Cassie and I am glad my poem triggered happy memories
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