Flat mates.
I met him at my old school,
He asked for a phone that was the first thing he said…
He took one look at me and my phone,
Then he told me my life story…
He seemed like he know everything,
Weird I thought how could he know why I was there?
He told me his name,
Sherlock Holmes, two, two, one, B baker street…
Then he was gone,
And I stared after him I suddenly got a flat mate…
I was looking at some evidence when they walk in,
I could hear that it was one with a limp and one without…
I looked up and asked for the phone,
Mine was in my coat pocket so far away…
I got to borrow John's phone,
I notice the tan so I asked "Iraq or Afghanistan?"
I got why Mike had bring this man to me,
I had told him I needed a flat mate and now here was one…
I told him my name and address and was on my way,
I had now a flat mate former army doctor this could be interesting…