Tuesday, March 26, 2019

BY POST


By the time the parcel arrived
The lies I'd packed had been
So tossed and jumbled that they
Had turned into truths. Having
No choice, I hung them
Inconspicuously and served strong drinks
Still, Professor Plum, in the billiard room,
Wept all night and Miss Scarlet,
With a lead pipe, locked herself
In the conservatory.

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