The Daily Poem

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 (In Memoriam Stanza)