Many years ago whilst travelling

I wrote a novel

My revisions were kept in the cupboard

Of a summer farmhouse I rented

It was here that I spent many happy weeks

With my aunt Eloise de Santa

She too was writing a novel

A political thriller

Nada

But gradually the heat slowed

Us both down and we stopped writing

We just thought about writing

Being lazy with our pens

A great deal of time was spent

In and out of the swimming pool

It was here that Eloise

Had the idea of an assassination

At a public swimming pool

This was the denouement

She had been searching for