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“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory, 
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”

“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."


“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”

“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell 
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”


"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains, 
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"

"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."


“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”

“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”


“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”

“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”


“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”

“One’s life is not your own, hands off it, 
No one is granted a license to kill!”


“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”

“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace : 

Watson and I once camping at the site, 
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!

That scurrilous tent thief getting away, 
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”


"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”

“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”



February 5, 2022

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