There is a mystery of sorts
Known among many cohorts
Who did what when and where
Sitting comfortably in an armchair
Smiling subtly into the dark
Amusement high, oh what a lark
Hiding the boss lady’s opera glasses
Provided hilarity for the masses
Perhaps he should let her off the hook
And explain they were atop a favoured book
Hidden behind a bushy overgrown plant
He smiled at his treasured confidante
She was good at mystery games herself
Hadn’t she extended her own little elf
In setting up the mystery game
Which was delightful far from lame
One in which all eagerly partook
A mission of discovery an outlook
She delighted in perpetuating
A yearly mystery often generating
Participation eagerly culminating
In making the entire event
Clearly delightful in content
One ardently sought after
Culminating in delight and laughter
