“Holmes!” I cried,
I have tried
To deduce who took
I gave it to a girl, that she might read
And by so doing her mind feed.
She works in a store,
And would, I thought handle it with care,
But, on my return I discovered it was no longer there.
I fear it will be seen no more
And is forever lost somewhere in that store”.
My dear Watson, someone took
While it was left lying around
By a shop girl, in a well known store.
I agree you will see it no more.
It is a problem too profound
For the great detective to solve.
To neither a borrower nor a lender be,
Else you will see
By the light fingered kind.
But quieten your mind
For it was in all likelihood
Taken by one who thought your poetry good!”