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The detective looked at the splattered gore

On the walls, the windows, and the floor.

There wasn’t much left of the late Mr. Horner

Except for his wife alone in a corner.

“I confess to the deed,” Ms. Horner lamented.

“He did nothing but exercise. He was demented.

He was a fitness freak in a fitness fog.

All night he’d lift weights; all day he would jog.

He’d rather score on the court than score with me,

So I put nitroglycerine in his last herbal tea.”

The detective looked round and then said with a wink,

“Guess that was a pretty dynamic Power Drink.”

JOY HEWITT MANN