I only looked round for a minute
Three pound coins left on the bar
When I turned back they were missing
I knew they could not have gone far
The man on my right supping shandy
Lifted his glass saying cheers
A man on my right, who’d been in a fight
Paid three pound for extra strong beer
The barmaid was polishing glasses
From white wine she kept taking sips
Complaining to all who would listen
About a sad shortage of tips
My three suspects all had a motive
I couldn’t accuse only one
Maybe they’d all shared the coinage
Which left me short changed having none
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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