a/n: Here are a few more poems kindly added by several moor authors. The individual poems belong to the authors listed. Sincere thanks to all:) I would be delighted to post another similar chapter later if anyone else is interested in adding to this.
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Even Moor Authors
five
Moor Trouble Than I Bargained For
by sagredo
A childhood in the country
has done me little good,
I find I miss the city like a London native would.
MVMVMV
My ideal habitat
is far more metropolitan
than this moorland wilderness I am now forced to rough it in.
MVMVMV
Neolithic huts
are sadly lacking in refinements
and muddy, chilly moors are rather uninviting climates.
MVMVMV
A hot bath and a shave,
a proper cup of tea,
would go a long way towards restoring my humanity.
MVMVMV
Give me problems, give me work -
but the conclusion is quite forgone:
The countryside can go to blazes, and I'm going back to London.
MVMV
six
Legend of the Moor Hound
by Ellerina Star
Out in the mire,
Of a wide country moor,
There lives a spectral hound,
Whose keening howling can be heard
For miles all around.
MVMVMV
They say that flames
Flow from its maw,
And fire from its eyes;
They say a man can die of fright
If he hears the spectre's cries.
MVMVMV
So now beware
To man or beast
Who walks o'er marsh and tor,
Lest you meet the devil-hound
Who dwells upon the moor.
MVMV
seven
Moor Hassle
by Wolf's Shadow
The day after their adventure
They both rested
But Holmes had to be sure
Watson's patience would be tested
MVMVMV
"Watson, can I have a puppy?"
"No, don't even try!"
"I'd be quite happy-"
"It would make me cry!"
MVMV
eight
Moor Limerick
by Catherine Spark
A fiend on the moor, so they said,
The people were shaking with dread
So we came to the scene,
Constructed a scheme,
Killed the hound and sent Henry to bed.
nine
Moor News
Extra! Extra! (Read all about it!)
by Kiki Cabou
H. Baskerville Saved
Partnership Withstands Deceit
Murderous Dog Shot
ten
Moor insight
by mrspencil
As the thick fog hid all from view,
She saw him clearly
For the first time.
eleven
Moor second thoughts
by mrspencil
He heard the hound.
Princetown jail no longer
Seemed such a bad place to be.
twelve
Moor title than poem
by Catherine Spark
"After the hound! BANG! Phew..."
perhaps moor later...