I wrote it quite some time ago, and I'm revisiting it now. It's about Agatha Christie.
A Colonel with a big moustache
A vicar's dotty wife
An actress somewhat past her prime
.....a smeared and bloody knife
The chiming of a churchyard clock
The roses round the door
A cup of tea and seed cake
.....a body on the floor
A plush hotel in London
A cabin on the Nile
The 4.15 from Paddington
.....a killer's twisted smile
The It girl and the playboy
The doctor and the spiv
A dinner gong at half last eight
....just one of them will live
A country pile, the London pad
The tent in Istanbul
The villa in the south of France
.....the corpse beside the pool
The portly man with patent hair
The spinster with her knitting
The fiendish plot all figured out
.....those wee grey cells permitting
Never has there ever been
More charming tales of crime
The world you gave us, Agatha
Has not been lost with time
Be honest, I'm not precious about my stuff :)
Also, would love to chat with other would be poets. Anyone?