Arthur
By luigi_pagano
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Of the many writers
who walked on English soil
one name springs to mind,
that of Conan Doyle.
He was the creator
of a sleuth, Sherlock Holmes,
whose puzzling cases
filled several tomes.
He killed off his creation
on the Falls of Reichenbach
but, by public demand,
he had to bring him back.
He was also a doctor
who, as such, went to sea;
he had a passion for cricket
and played for the MCC.
Bowled out W. G. Grace,
which wasn’t a mean feat;
indulged in many sports,
being a keen athlete.
He nursed a sick wife
for over a decade,
he suffered setbacks
and yet was not afraid.
He had indeed a mistress
but did abstain from sex
as a matter of honour
and a guilt complex.
Then his beloved spouse
succumbed to her malady
enabling the couple
to fulfil their destiny.
I was surprised to learn
that this man so formal,
in fact a man of science,
believed in paranormal.
© Luigi Pagano 2012
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A great man with a wonderful
A great man with a wonderful moustache.
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Such an informative poem,
Such an informative poem, Luigi, and an interesting subject.
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