Ode to Angela Lansbury


When you sit across from me
Sipping your cup of milky earl grey
I know you are noticing
Those rusty slivers of heme
Dulling my nails
There from when I scratched his eyes out
You casually study the bulge in my pocket
Where those eyes lose their moisture
And their retinas are fading from cornflower to haze
Oh how I covet
Your superior skills of detection
You restless sage with your blended persona
Part teapot, part Mainer, part immigrant entertainer
Though your lips are thin
Your smile is pleasing
And I hope to endear as many when I solve nefarious murders
And publish a succession of books

By “Shaunda” on MySpace, 2008. Merci, Rob

One response to “Ode to Angela Lansbury

  1. There is another one with similar to Lansbury: Michael T. Landsberry (sic), the hero!

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