Death Can Be Fatal-Murder By Death Poem by Shaun Cronick

This poem has a point,
That is honed at its end.
For murder is most foul,
So let us not pretend...

A body in the ballroom,
Dear departed in the billiard room,
Dead meat in the dining room,
These rooms are all a tomb...

Late lamented in the library,
A cold stiff in the study.
And a carcass in the cellar,
This house so vile and bloody...

A corpse in the conservatory,
Now deceased in the hall.
And a goner in the study,
Cruel Cluedo does enthral!