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Title: Agatha's Alphabet of Murder
Poetic form: Abecedarian
Fandom: Agatha Christie - all works & Original
Length: 353
Rating: Gen
Warning/Notes: I started this when I finished Agatha Christie's The ABC Murders so the first three (and the name of the fourth) are from that work. Some spoilers for other works by Agatha Christie, but to make the ABC work I had to change and add places/names, so it's a bit of a muddle. Don't read if you're super-SPOILER sensitive.

Mrs. Ascher of Andover
struck down in her shop while trying to reach
Miss Betty Bernard of Bexhill-on-Sea
strangled with her own belt on the beach
Sir Carmichael Clarke of Churston
bashed on the head on post-prandial stroll
Deputy-master Downes of Doncaster
shot with an arrow while taking the roll
Ellis the Ex-Butler of Ellengaze
completely vanished into Cornish air
Mrs. Fanny Fortescue of FewTree Lodge
took taxine with tea common, honey rare

Sir George Grayle of the Greater Nile
perished of shock at his wife with another
Poor Helen Halliday of Hillside House
breathed her last breath in the grip of her brother
Ipy of Imhotep line
drowned in a river at the age of sixteen
Mrs. Jubilee Jones of Jersey
ate hundreds and thousands laced with the mean
Miss Kandy Kane Keene of Kingskerswell Hotel
danced the dance macabre until she fell dead
Mrs. Louise Leidner of Lower Tigris
clocked with quern, the very thing she did dread
Madame Marie Morisot of Montmartre
lent money with fatal interest accrued
Nofret of the North
seduced herself into a grave feud
Old Lady Oldfield of Old Ford
discovered how little strychnine one needs
Mrs. Pengelley of Porgarwith
found out the weedkiller wasn’t for weeds
Miss Queenie Quant of Qurnly Grange
noted the fig paste tasted strange too late
Doctor Rainer Rosen of Raddington
couldn’t escape the shoving hand of fate
Mister Sammy Schneider of the sands of the Sphinx
lisped too hard at an asp, curse came upon
Sweet Tommy Tucker of Tottenham Green
possessed of a stepmother most rotten
Mrs. Una Upward of Umberleigh
knotted with her scarf ‘til she gasped her last
Señora Vandermeyer of Vauxhall
spun tangled web ‘til it held her too fast
Miss Woddy Woddell of Little Wurze
left crumpled in the lumber room one morn
Old Xerxes of the Xcape centre
locked in a box ‘til his heart broke forlorn
Yars of Yaxley-in-the-Yaw
ate by a boar gone purposely astray
Miss Zelda Zielinksy of Zeals
had cyanide take all her breath away

Grab a Bradshaw and a mind wickedly spinning;
with murder, ABC is just the beginning.