Monthly Archives: September 2016

Will Graham

Once peaceful in isolation

Will, are you sure you’re okay?

You don’t seem at all fine

When Jack told you to go play

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Did Jack push you over too far

And made you stumble over?

Did Alana take your choked heart

And pluck it like a four-leaf clover?

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Are you still dreaming noises?

What has happened to your head?

Did you listen to the mad voices?

Did you follow what they said?

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Has your time run out for you?

Grains of sand off the hourglass

But the devil didn’t want you to know

Psychiatrist peppered in stardust

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Are you over with this mad game?

Cat and mouse with Mr. Lecter

Checkmate sets the King aflame

But he moves both sides of the picture

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Why did you let Jack control you?

Why did you let Mr. Lecter fool you?

Will, now what seems to be the matter?

Is your sanity crumbling like Graham crackers?

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A Series Of Strange Incidents Occurring Within and Outside the Walls of 221B Baker Street

(……….I don’t even know…)

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A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE

Chase me, one, two, three

Scurry, hurry, you and John

Easy boys……..no rush.

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Who did I marry?

A double missionary

Who are you, Mary?

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A FUN HOBBY

A case of cheap thrills

Another chalk up the kill

Pastime, if you will.

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LESTRADE JUST WANTS A BREAK

I tire of such games

Huge bombings and explosions

Not my division.

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WHO IS MYCROFT HOLMES?

Diogenes club member

Or, if circumstances rise

British Government.

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MOLLY’S WOES

Hair done, lipstick lush

Cold corpses, science, cheek blush

Sherlock, notice me.

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#1 TOURIST SPOT

Buckingham Palace

Home of monarchs, nicked ashtrays,

Detectives in sheets…

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GOODBYE BRITANNIA

Bye, Mrs. Hudson

Baker Street will be empty

And England will fall.

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KING AND KEY

I got my own crown

And the key to everywhere

Let the fun begin.

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THE BRUISED VICAR AND THE WOMAN

Man punched ’round the clock

Secretive woman defrocked

Shhh…I am S H E Rlocked.

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WILDEST STAG PARTY

Beakers of lager

A giggling game of guessing

Off to clue for looks.

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NEARLY GAVE MRS. HUDSON A HEART ATTACK BUT WORTH IT

Adventure beckons

Or I could sit here waiting…

I say, damn my leg!

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SUITING UP

Big coat, short Watson

Blue scarf, deerstalker hat

Ready for action.

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THE POOR LANDLADY

Eyeballs in their tea

Chemicals, brutality

A head in the fridge.

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#MORIARTYLIVES

Bullet in my mouth

Bloody grin on my cold face

Fake deaths—such a drag.

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The Beast Below

A gargantuan soul, species the very last of its kind

A body of peach and golden intention in its mind

A lonely old heart, yet with a nature quite gentle

Despite our cruelty, carried still the burden it fell

Further deep down, where its love has sustained

The dreams we keep and the world we remained

We sleep sound, and breathe easy, and we thus grow

Live on, rest calm, supported by the benevolent beast below.

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