It was an unusually fine day in London. The sun, after playing truant for weeks, beamed upon the Thames, on the boroughs and on 221 Baker Street, where Dr. Watson stood at the window with pursed lips.
"My dear Watson, what preoccupies you this fine morning?" asked Holmes
"A medical problem, Holmes, and one particularly vexing. If only you were a doctor! I could use all the help I can get"
"You can try me, Watson. Sometimes, even the most professional conundrums can be solved by the relentless application of reason. Tell me the facts, if you will"
"Oh, alright. I might as well try it on you. You are familiar with His Grace, the Duke of Kent?"
"Don't tell me those rude limericks are true!"
"Eh? What's that?"
"You know the one. His ..er.. thing was exceedingly bent and when he went for a ride he had to double up inside, and instead of coming, he went"
"Oh my goodness! That IS rude indeed! Oh no, it is this terrible wasting sickness that His Grace seems to have contracted. The nibs have been treating him for consumption but that doesn't seem to be it"
"Hmm" said Holmes, his chin resting in his palm "hmm...."
"I say, Watson, doesn't His grace have a very oleaginous complexion?"
"Why yes, Holmes, but what does that have to do with...."
"The nibs are wrong, Watson. Completely wrong. It is not consumption that afflicts His Grace, but a digestive parasitic infestation"
Watson gathered his hat and coat and rushed to the hospital. Years of being with Holmes had taught him that Holmes was never wrong.
It was tea time and Holmes was having a biscuit with a cup of Darjeeling.
"I say, Holmes, that was a splendid piece of diagnosis! The Duke turned out to have tape worm and is responding excellently to treatment. How in the world did you hit upon that? Even the best Harley street specialists were flummoxed"
"Observation, Watson, and some deduction. I had heard that His Grace had an extremely oleaginous complexion"
"You did say something about that earlier. how in the world is that connected?"
"haven't you heard, my good fellow? The Oily Bird always gets the worm"
"That was truly brilliant, Holmes" said Watson, "I doff my hat to you"
"Oh, it's alimentary, my dear Watson" said that admirable genius
"My dear Watson, what preoccupies you this fine morning?" asked Holmes
"A medical problem, Holmes, and one particularly vexing. If only you were a doctor! I could use all the help I can get"
"You can try me, Watson. Sometimes, even the most professional conundrums can be solved by the relentless application of reason. Tell me the facts, if you will"
"Oh, alright. I might as well try it on you. You are familiar with His Grace, the Duke of Kent?"
"Don't tell me those rude limericks are true!"
"Eh? What's that?"
"You know the one. His ..er.. thing was exceedingly bent and when he went for a ride he had to double up inside, and instead of coming, he went"
"Oh my goodness! That IS rude indeed! Oh no, it is this terrible wasting sickness that His Grace seems to have contracted. The nibs have been treating him for consumption but that doesn't seem to be it"
"Hmm" said Holmes, his chin resting in his palm "hmm...."
"I say, Watson, doesn't His grace have a very oleaginous complexion?"
"Why yes, Holmes, but what does that have to do with...."
"The nibs are wrong, Watson. Completely wrong. It is not consumption that afflicts His Grace, but a digestive parasitic infestation"
Watson gathered his hat and coat and rushed to the hospital. Years of being with Holmes had taught him that Holmes was never wrong.
It was tea time and Holmes was having a biscuit with a cup of Darjeeling.
"I say, Holmes, that was a splendid piece of diagnosis! The Duke turned out to have tape worm and is responding excellently to treatment. How in the world did you hit upon that? Even the best Harley street specialists were flummoxed"
"Observation, Watson, and some deduction. I had heard that His Grace had an extremely oleaginous complexion"
"You did say something about that earlier. how in the world is that connected?"
"haven't you heard, my good fellow? The Oily Bird always gets the worm"
"That was truly brilliant, Holmes" said Watson, "I doff my hat to you"
"Oh, it's alimentary, my dear Watson" said that admirable genius
10 comments:
Hahahah.. I can SO see where the aggnosticks get their humour and love for punning from! :D
Ha ha ha!! (or rather, groooaaaan) Awesome! And it is ailmentary too ;)
Oh, oily bird...got it :-)
hahaha!!:D finished reading the entire blog Mr ORdinary Man!
You,dear Sir, are a hoot!!
*alimentary groan*
oil's well that ends well
Its alimentary :)
God Mode!
Great!! back to ur best :)
loved the last line, sir !
neela
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