{"id":35938,"date":"2011-05-12T00:14:57","date_gmt":"2011-05-12T04:14:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/35938\/poem-whodunnit\/"},"modified":"2011-05-12T00:14:57","modified_gmt":"2011-05-12T04:14:57","slug":"poem-whodunnit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/35938\/poem-whodunnit\/","title":{"rendered":"POEM: Whodunnit?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif\">Michelle K. and I collabed on this story poem for the <\/span><\/span><\/em><\/strong><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif\"><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/35915\/thematic-attic-brings-train-diane-a-rhodi\/\">CPC Thematic Attic Thursday poetry challenge<\/a><\/em><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.friendburst.com\/blog\/35915\/thematic-attic-brings-train-diane-a-rhodi\/\">,<\/a> where the theme is to write about a train ride, with a mysterious lady involved. \u00a0We alternated two lines each off the cuff until we were done.<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s136.photobucket.com\/albums\/q183\/scotorum\/Decorated%20images\/?action=view&amp;current=PSE-KTAKUTOJAYALuwung.jpg\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i136.photobucket.com\/albums\/q183\/scotorum\/Decorated%20images\/PSE-KTAKUTOJAYALuwung.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"Photobucket\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial;font-size: xx-small\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial;color: #000000;font-size: x-large\"><strong>Whodunnit<\/strong><\/span><strong> <\/strong><span style=\"color: #000000;font-size: x-small\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif\"><strong> It happened on the Orient Express;<br \/>\na shadow of a woman getting undressed.<br \/>\nTwo boys peeked while playing a game of chess,<br \/>\ncurious about what they might see,<br \/>\ntill a loud noise made them both flee<br \/>\nright past a tall dark man in white,<br \/>\nwho startled the boys and gave them a fright,<br \/>\nso the boys tried to find a place to hide.<br \/>\nThen someone shouted: &#8220;A lady has died!&#8221;<br \/>\nand a crowd rushed past their hiding place,<br \/>\nThe boys hoped they had not left a trace<br \/>\nof their presence in the hallway.<br \/>\nThey both crept to see where the body lay,<br \/>\nbut it was not the woman they had seen!<br \/>\nThe other woman was much more lean.<br \/>\nThey suspected the tall man in white<br \/>\nuntil he gave them each a bottle of Sprite<br \/>\nand told them: &#8220;there&#8217;s nothing to see here boys.<br \/>\nNow run along and play with your toys.&#8221;<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif\">Then the train made a sudden stop.<br \/>\nOnto the train hopped a uniformed cop<br \/>\nwho leaned over the body and said: &#8220;This is odd!&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;It seems she was poisoned, we must call the squad<br \/>\nin a manhunt for the woman&#8217;s killer!&#8221;<br \/>\nThe body was examined by Dr. Miller,<br \/>\nwho finally pronounced: &#8220;she is just asleep!&#8221;<br \/>\nand OMG it&#8217;s Meryl Streep!&#8221;<br \/>\nEveryone got her autograph<br \/>\nand had an oriental expressive laugh.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial\"><strong> Copyright May 11th 2011 RGD &amp; MRK<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong><em><span style=\"font-size: medium\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Michelle K. and I collabed on this story poem for the CPC Thematic Attic Thursday poetry challenge, where the theme is to write about a train ride, with a mysterious lady involved. \u00a0We alternated two lines each off the cuff until we were done. Whodunnit It happened on the Orient Express; a shadow of a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35938","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-other"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35938","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35938"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35938\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35938"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35938"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/friendburst.com\/blog-new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35938"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}