THE DIGGER
I dug a tunnel to Kathmandu
Some fourteen thousand grinding miles.
I started from the British Isles
And drove my Digger straight on through.
With diamond-bladed chewing screws
My monstrous Digger bored the hole
While I, with fingertip control,
Divined the path it would pursue.
It all went well until the last
When breaking through Nepali soil
I found Sir Arthur Conan doyle
With Sherlock Holmes, protagonist,
Alive and well detective style
They showed me how I'd missed the mark
By nearly one full minute of arc
And hauled me off without a trial.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #21
In Memoriam Stanza
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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