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It was noon when I got the call
Jewelry store robbed at the mall
It was a young man, very tall
Spoke with a drawl   Spoke with a drawl

In the store, I'd been permitted
Where a theft had been committed
Some suspects would be acquitted
My sleuth pitted    My sleuth pitted

Pitted against finding the thief
Who is causing my client grief
I'll find the thug. It's my belief   
But must be brief    But must be brief

I searched around, looking for clues
Then with the clerk I had a schmooze
She told me he wore Nike shoes
He had tattoos     He had tattoos

He'd dropped a poem written in rhyme
And now the clock begins to chime
I'm quickly running out of time
To solve this crime   To solve this crime

Were there clues in the poem he left?
Why would this guy commit a theft?
A diamond ring he chose to heft
Was he bereft?      Was he bereft?

The poem spoke of the moon above
He called someone his turtle dove
The clues all fit just like a glove
It was for love     It was for love

In a flower shop I found him
A tall young man who was quite slim
He saw me staring and looked grim
His name was Jim    His name was Jim

His face was pale. He looked aghast
He asked how I'd found him so fast
I said he was the same typecast
From cases past    From cases past

To a girl he wished to be wed
Without a ring his hopes were dead
So, he stole a gem, the bonehead
And then he fled    And then he fled

Didn't take long to crack the case
Solved the clues at a rapid pace
And gave that thief a merry chase
To his disgrace       To his disgrace

He did five years locked up in jail
Received a letter in the mail
His turtle dove wed his friend, Dale
Jim's tragic tale      Jim's tragic tale



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