Disclaimer: 'Death on the Nile' does not belong to me; if it did, Cornelia Robson would've been brought up in the movie! Also, this contains minor spoilers, just to warn you.
As I gaze upon the glistening sun setting over the Nile
I sit and think to myself about matters of love and friendship
Some say love is a fickle thing
It comes and goes but it is never forever
Some say friendship is the one thing that truly lasts
It is the one thing that shall never sever
I would indeed be inclined to disagree with both verses
I would say love does not burn out, but rather, burns on
Once set, it is a flame in our hearts
With the distinct scent of saffron
Many years ago, as a young, foolish, naïve child
I would agree that friendship is like a gold chain
The bonds that tie stay tied
But alas! You suddenly became rusty in the rain
His name was Simon
I loved him with all of my heart
Hey may have been foolish and full of folly
But I knew that we would never grow apart
Your name was Linnet
You were my best friend, my confidante
We shared everything with each other
Our desires, our fears, our wants
Simon was without money; so was I
But I loved him so
Simon was without money; you were not
I thought you could help him, but oh!
Oh! The betrayal! The lies!
How could you do this to me? My best friend?
Simon merely married you for your money
And so our friendship came to an end
My heart breaks as it would were it an iceberg to a boat
It feels as though it's being torn, limb by limb
You just couldn't see me happy
Your selfishness put you out on your limb
I suppose to many people
Friendship is but just a word
It is like the sweet sound of the robin
That goes unheard
One person will never tire, never rust, and never fade
That person shall always remain constant
The other, however, grows tired of having friends
And runs away across the continent
Little did you know of the love Simon and I still had
It never truly faded away
We still saw each other
And then came one spring day
Where Simon wished to plot your murder
But not quickly and swiftly
No, he wanted to do you away with arsenic
I laughed at him without pity
If Simon had been with you before me
It would have mattered less
But your horrible treatment of me
Remained in my mind to caress
If it were not for you
I would have resisted the temptation to help Simon's plan
If it were not for Simon
I would try to kill you face-to-face if I can
And so my poem ends
As does your spat-upon lifestyle
The hurt and anger is here to stay
Yet you live in denial
End