Dec 8 prompt from sirensbane: An encounter with Arthur Conan Doyle
Encounter
The sentence is penned with a flourish,
The manuscript's blotted and signed;
He has crossed every 'T',
Dotted 'I's tirelessly;
Wrapped it up, with one purpose in mind.
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He is proud of his work as a doctor,
But has nursed an ambition to write.
He had put this aside
Whilst he trained, qualified,
And then worked endless shifts, day and night.
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But now it is time, he is ready,
With plenty of stories to tell.
As adventures occurred,
He took down every word
And added some extras as well.
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He added romance and excitement
To every deducible deed.
He ignored his close friend;
Didn't deign to amend
What he knew that the public would read.
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So, out of the parlour he hurries;
His package gripped tight in his hand;
Takes the fruit of his toil,
To an agent named Doyle;
In his office, quite close to The Strand.
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The agent seems truly delighted;
His tale deserves space on the shelf.
He read it straight through,
And instinctively knew
That he couldn't write better himself.
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John Watson, physician and author;
Is about to bring Sherlock Holmes fame,
Thanks to Doyle's vital part
In events from the start;
His significant role in the Game.
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