Colonel Mustard, With the Candlestick, in the Kitchen

Take my hand, please,

just let me know you want to care.

Under the table,

from your desk chair,

on your makeshift bed,

let me know you are there.

We could make a mad dash,

throw about the dining hall,

auto-asphyxiation with the noose

before I cut you down with the k-nife.

But Colonel Mustard

has us corned in the kitchen

with the candlestick

and I don't have a Clue

as to what's going on now.