“Holmes!” I cried,
I have tried
To deduce who took
My book.
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
Your book,
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.
Therefore resolve
To neither a borrower nor a lender be,
Else you will see
Another book
Get took
By the light fingered kind.
But quieten your mind
For it was in all likelihood
Taken by one who thought your poetry good!”
K Morris - Poet 
Good one!
Thank you, I’m pleased you liked it.
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Many thanks for sharing.
Welcome!
😊Love this! Amazing subject for a poem!
Many thanks, I’m glad you liked my poem. All the best, Kevin
Excellent!
Thank you Maja, I’m delighted you enjoyed it. Kevin
That is cute, Kevin.
Thank you, Daria. Kind regards, Kevin