This poem was written for the Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge.
Todays Genre is: Locked Room — a mystery in which the crime is apparently committed under impossible circumstances (but eventually elicits a rational explanation).
I have also included the following Word Prompts:
https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/03/31/three-things-challenge-pl46/
Today’s prompt: gizmo, champion, parrot
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/down/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/rdp-monday-fool/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/your-daily-word-prompt-fool-april-1-2019/
Which was made easier because three chose the same word: FOOL.
A Foolish Murder Mystery
The room was locked
That was for sure,
and so, I charged
and broke down the door.
The body lay
Against the fender,
The wound was bloody,
Red and tender.
Who could have killed
This dear old man?
He was all alone
And so, I began
To search for clues
To find the truth,
I became a champion,
I became the sleuth.
I searched around
Both high and low
And then I found
A strange gizmo.
I picked it up
Then heard a squawk
I saw a Parrot
That began to talk.
“Who’s a fool? You’re a fool!”
It clearly said
Then I saw the blood
From the old man’s head.
My fingerprints
Were now upon
The object that was
The murder weapon.
I realised late
Why the Parrot exclaimed.
I was a fool
And I’d been framed.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/April/2019
Tales from the mind of Kristian 
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