by Terry Klasek
If I live to be old in my bones, there’ll be nobody like Sherlock Holmes; A master’s brain that lives for the problem’s sake, and couldn’t care less about a steak; An eye keen to observe all that’s inept, and in deductions he’s usually correct; His wants are little, his needs be few, but he’s loyal, courageous and true; To his words, Amazing! say my lips and face, to which he pshaws saying, O commonplace; Fools like me make these poems fine, but only Holmes can solve the crime! |