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Title: Major Palgrave's Samsong
Fandom: A Caribbean Mystery [Miss Marple - Agatha Christie]
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 375
Poetic Form: Samsong

One day, a fine old major woke to cloudless skies.

One day, a fine old major dressed and shaved with care.
One day a fine old major sniffed the island air.

One day a fine old major breakfasted with glee.
One day a fine old major told a joke (or three).
One day a fine old major rambled by the sea.

One day a fine old major strode about a lot.
One day a fine old major called to mind, forgot.
One day a fine old major napped, and then, did not.
One day a fine old major strolled from spot to spot.

One day a fine old major told a story old
One day a fine old major told a story bold.
One day a fine old major told a story gold.
One day a fine old major told a story cold.
One day a fine old major told a story told.

One day a fine old major sat beside a dear.
One day a fine old major bent the lady’s ear.
One day a fine old major cried ‘Now, just see here!’
One day a fine old major’s snapshot wasn’t clear.
One day a fine old major spotted something queer
One day a fine old major’s story took a veer.

One day a fine old major talked of tigers killed.
One day a fine old major talked of Borgias illed.
One day a fine old major talked of blood once spilled.
One day a fine old major talked of days strong-willed.
One day a fine old major talked of days long-filled.

One day a fine old major strode about a lot.
One day a fine old major thought and thought and thought.
One day a fine old major pondered on a plot.
One day a fine old major chose, and then chose not.

One day a fine old major drank a planter’s punch.
One day a fine old major puzzled out a hunch.
One day a fine old major drank more planter’s punch.

One night a fine old major drank his face plum-red.
One night a fine old major toddled off to bed.

One night, that fine old major, in bed, who’d and why’d.

But then, you see, the next day he died.