GLIMPSING THE DART.  

Miss. Marple closed her gate,
And walked,
Hearing the sound strain ever louder,
For in the park the band played,
A good away off,
Was the Boy,
Christopher Robin,
He strolled with " Pooh" and " Tigger" too,
Whilst a waitress took another order,
A Belgian detective sat in the corner,
And the soft water flowed,
Our mutual friend the Bandit bird was seen again,
From our Boys on the river Link,
Who joked and joshed,
And pointed when,
With all manner of dippers and waders,
For they had made their peace,
In the shine,
Together with the circular Salmon that swam,
And the soft water flowed,
Workin' spinnakers,
Chirped noisily,
Agatha,,
Along with the opportunists that followed the trawler,
For the river was wide,
The river was deep,
Agatha ,
With Naval manoeuvres,
Along with a King,
And his Sailor Princess,
In halcyon days,
Feed the vine,
Under ancient bridges to sea,
Timber fronted buildings,
Smiled their smile,
And the soft water flowed,
Down from those hills,
Those brooding hills,
And the copper leaves fell,
Dying,
Was her story,
To flow,
And was paired with an Ocean,
Agatha,
Such a pond of an Ocean
When the crime was solved,
Neighbours were excited,
Agatha,
By the words that rolled from your lawns.