Sherlock Holms Poem by nathan martin

Sherlock Holms

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Sometimes i wish i was sherlock holms
so i could wear a wool cap to write poems

then perhaps drink some tea and study my notes
to find the foggy killer who wears black coats

so in the night i would make my rounds
parting the mist with my hounds

with a lantern in hand over cobble stones
following shadows wherever they roam

then pausing to stoke my pipes dark seasoning
wrapped in a tweed coat using deductive reasoning

tell old watson, dear watson my friend
i believe our search is at an end

though in the morgue she lay long dead
watson grabbed the newspaper and read

the headlines of the london times
foggy killer caught for all his crimes

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