Page C4
Investigation Proceeds
Was This Your Tie, Miss Fleece?
I asked her then, "Was this your tie, Miss Fleece?
Perhaps it was your name there in that crease?
A shame to find it in the avenue
Just yesterday after the rain did cease."
"Two witnesses say at the time it pours
A lady running lost what might be yours
They found this tie and searched identity
But these marks might be nines and might be fours."
"Are there not many stories this could tell
This tie that in the avenue it fell?"
I asked her whether she could read them there
She only then turned looking not so well.
© MCMXCIV by Arlon Ryan Staywell
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