To anyone who has decided to read my work: Hi, there. This is my very first post on FF.net, and I know it's not much, but I felt that I had to post something. This seemed like a rather nice introduction. ^_^
This is a poem that was required for school. I'm thirteen years old and in eighth grade, so this is not the best work I'll ever do. But I'm continuing to improve, or so my friends say, so… yeah. That. You get the picture.
As you'll notice, this is probably like many other Holmes poems out there, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. It came from my mind, and I should tell you, that's an accomplishment….
The Great Detective
While the smoke from his pipe overshadows the room
With bullet-hole letters shot into the wall
You may glimpse his eyes, almost cold as a tomb
When the game is afoot and a felon will fall
But for now they are warm as he greets you hello
The man who knows reams of obscure crimes and tomes
You'll know his intelligence isn't for show
As you ask for some help from the great Sherlock Holmes
Through half-lidded eyes he'll pay heed to your tale
And Watson, nearby, will show interest as well
And both will assure you that Holmes will prevail
By unraveling clues in the details you tell
Then you'll finish your tale, and they'll bid you days fair
And you'll hurry away, for you must catch the train
And feeling relieved descend seventeen stairs
And step into London's predictable rain
But you can't help but turn as you're walking away
To glimpse in the window the man's silhouette
An infallible rock, who must every day
Capture dastardly fiends in immaculate nets