From mrspencil and Ennui Enigma:
21/ A mystery in rhyme
This was also very fun. :D I am very rusty at any sort of verse.
Holmes and Watson wish
For something to fill their day.
Waiting for a knock,
For someone to come and play.
At once they hear a sound,
Voices raised in hopeful cry.
"Is Sherlock Holmes at home?
Can he help us? Will he try?"
Holmes and Watson race
Down the steps and down the stairs.
They cannot wait to greet
Worried folk who've gathered there.
"We have a problem, sir,
And it fills us up with dread.
For when we came back home,
We found our father lying dead."
Holmes and Watson share a glance,
Seeing eye to eye.
"I believe that we can help you,
Certainly we will try."
To the home they rush,
Round cabs and men and carts,
And despite the grim occurrence,
They are grateful in their hearts.
"He's here!" They cry. "Still abed!"
The house is quiet and grim.
"Some space, if you please," asks Sherlock Holmes.
"I need to look at him."
Around the bed Holmes circles,
His eyes are sharp and clever.
Watson waits, and then Holmes cries,
"My goodness! Why, I never."
His voice sends the others running,
All gasping and wringing their hands.
"Please tell us what you've discovered, sir,
We just don't understand!"
The Detective stood and raised his hand.
"My friends, please stop your weeping.
For while you thought your father dead,
It seems he was merely sleeping."