Poetry Tuesday: Pooh-pooh the Clue.

Mr. Green, the c-sticks cried your name --
by being green, I say. Too true.
Those (nick)named candlesticks weren't few.
I, Colonel Mustard, sir, cannot taste you.
Professor Plum, such sweetness as accrued
caused me to frown and miss
Miss Scarlet, as the tartness of her character was due.
Mrs. White, they're near too hard to chew. And,
M. Peacock, the wrenches all are blue.
Why, Mrs. P, then maybe it was you!
Still, colors only two? Oh, Clue,
I have to say your candy blew.