The Curious Case of Lady Adler

The charming Lady Adler Irene; Was strangely nowhere to be seen; As revealed by this clear blanked out scene; Where those who knew her said she'd been, Where oft she did appear. That splendid genius Sherlock Holmes; For whom no mystery stayed unsolved; Took up the case within a beat; As it transpired this curious feat, Involved his very own sweet dear. Now Holmes used every trick he knew; He studied every minute clue; Searched high and low to no avail; There simply was no sign or trail, To indicate what foul did play or who. But dear Irene had not been taken; She had in fact just been forsaken; Her jealous Holmes would have decried; Her talent, should she ever have tried, To solve a case or two. One assumed she changed her name to Ira; Bought tickets to the Riviera; With an Italian beau in tow; To crack the case of how Italians row, To show her Holmes! But Irene's path led not to Rome; Her beauty lost on Sherlock Holmes; Jamaica had seduced her mind; She lost herself in Caribbean rhyme, A rum filled hut now home.