alice jones
an adventuress from rome
sought to embarrass
walter harris
a dealer from paris
who was in the clutches
of the archduchess
of afghanistan
whose fancy man
chester smith
had absconded with
the crown jewels
of the malignant tool
lady steele
whose fate was sealed
when inspector todd
of the flying squad
discovered the fact
that the knife in the back
of young lord doon
was playing a tune
fondly remembered
by the dismembered
sir charles st john-peach
who lay on the beach
just out of reach
of the oncoming tide
his eyes were wide
at his shocking beyrayal
what can i say, all
this happened long ago
where the roses grow
behind the chateau
where the light grows dim
and alice waits for cleveland slim
who is walking down the road
with the secret code
to open the door
and find a note on the floor
with the sordid details
their faces turn pale
they never guessed
but you know the rest
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