Gone missing is Lovenia’s vase.
Such has turned out to be the case.
Solution to be put in place,
Who stole the vase they have to trace.
Who did it; they felt is an ace.
On how it was done, they looked for ways.
Searching for clues went on for days.
Such hard work, they attempt not to faze.
The case seemed demanding as a maze.
Discovery is made, clues fished pays.
In the evening early full of haze,
Went there to search at a fast pace,
Into a room with a small space.
Found it, to a steel frame, he lace.
Themselves for great action, they brace.
A sound heard, a lean man they face.
Scared of his wits, he starts to race.
The crook now caught in a hot chase.
The case, now finally solved with grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem