John Scully (19th October 1947 / London)
Agatha and the Sparrow Mystery
Do you ever walk through Regents, Green or Holland Park,
And wonder why, no sparrows?
London's chirpy little chappies, I do.
How I miss Agatha
Miss Christie to her friends,
I'm sure she would know.
We need her walking Rotten Row, investigating,
calling from the Doctor Who police boxes,
Or if they were still around I could call collect.
'I think they've flown' she might say,
'To another Heaven, where I am now. Cheerio'.
'Oh by the way don't ring again,
I'm writng mystery books for you know who'.
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