It was a beautiful old house
Adorned with flowers and the odd flying bee
Leaves fell as I drove up the driveway
It was as picturesque as my eyes could see
Grass rolled down the banks
A gust of wind made the trees sway
The gardener gave me a curious smile
And his teeth showed neglecting decay
If he knew my full occupation
I bet he wouldn't be so polite
As I was a Scotland Yard detective
Investigating a murder that happened in the night
The lady of the house opened the door
And her look was a sorrowful one
'Would you like some tea?', she asked
But I said just no as I wanted to crack on
I asked a series of questions
Then spoke with all the staff
They were still shocked about the murder
About the deadman found in the bath
After a tense and lengthy investigation
It seemed that it was jealous revenge
The culprit was a young servant
After discovering an affair he had to avenge
I won't forget the manor
And the beautiful falling leaves
Just a pity it wasn't a nice visit
That left misery as a family grieves
- Author: chaz2296 ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2016 07:45
- Category: Unclassified
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