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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