Maybe this will exercise your little grey cells: Left penniless by my father, I was angry - rather! I lived with a woman for a while, And it got me so riled To see all the fuss and bother.
Came up with one. Here's my poem: I loved him. Far too much -- crazy about him. I now hide behind my wealth yet I live in pain. A pain unseen. Now . . . I died. I lost him forever.
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Do you appear in a Miss Marple Book?
Was Someone Wrongly arrested for your Murder?
Left penniless by my father,
I was angry - rather!
I lived with a woman for a while,
And it got me so riled
To see all the fuss and bother.
Is Poirot Joined by one of his Regular Friends?
I loved him.
Far too much -- crazy about him.
I now hide behind my wealth
yet I live in pain. A pain unseen.
Now . . . I died.
I lost him forever.