a/n: this one refers to the start of "The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual" and is a chain rhyme.
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
POV of Watson.
Priorities
I can tolerate mess, to a great extent,
But was tired of the files piling high on the floor.
Holmes agreed to begin.
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Holmes agreed to begin, with sincere intent,
Then he brought in a box he'd not shown me before.
A box made of tin.
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A box made of tin held his papers of old:
All the work he'd recorded before I did;
Bundled up in red tape.
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Bundled up in red tape were these tales, untold,
And a small wooden box with a sliding lid;
And a case took shape.
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And a case took shape from a peg of wood,
And some rusty discs, and an old string ball,
And a key no less.
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And a key no less and I understood
Holmes could tidy up, or could tell me all.
I can tolerate mess.
~0~
a/n 2: this is not a set form but describes, I believe, any poem where the words of one verse link in with the next, and so on. In this case, I ended with the first line, and added in a rhyme pattern.