a/n: the start of "The Musgrave Ritual" contains a lot of information about the singular domestic habits of Sherlock Holmes. A set of cinquains.
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Baker Street
A flat
In Baker Street;
Where clients come to call
No room appears remotely neat
At all.
~o~
Papers
In disarray;
On floors and chairs, high piled.
A case distracts and so they stay
Unfiled.
~o~
A strange
Tobacco store;
A Persian slipper's role.
Cigars are what a scuttle's for;
Not coal.
~o~
And here,
A butter dish;
No butter seen inside;
Just things a scientist might wish
To hide.
~o~
Fireplace,
With notes displayed;
Not neatly stacked; instead
They're fastened with a Jack knife blade,
Till read.
~o~
Bullets;
Queen, glorified;
A shooting game, when bored.
All pleas to move the game outside,
Ignored.
~o~
You could,
By now, conclude
That living with such mess
Needs patience and great fortitude;
Well, yes.
~o~
Observe;
And don't dismiss,
That proud ex-army man.
If anyone can live with this;
He can.
~o~
a/n2: a cinquain is a short poem, with 5 lines, each having the syllable count 2,4,6,8,2. Lines 2 and 4 rhyme in this case, as do lines 3 and 5. The usual form is attributed to a poet called Adelaide Crapsey, from the early 1900s.