Here I sit, writing a poem,
I’m writing an ode to Sherlock Holmes.
I’m writing about the great detective,
who solved mysteries that were schizo-affective.
From the likes of the museum of Givernelle,
to the story the hound of the Baskervilles,
Sherlock Holmes will have the intuition,
to come up with the perfect solution.
In London, they have a study in Scarlet,
could it just be a missing harlot?
Or is it the mystery of the Red-Headed League,
Sherlock Holmes never shows fatigue.
Sherlock Holmes makes great deductions,
about London’s latest abductions.
Watson can’t fathom the subtle hints,
Sherlock Holmes, a legend ever since.