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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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Let the Emperor Have His Fun

Mortal kings are ruling castles
Welcome to my world of fun
Liars settle into sockets
Flip the switch and watch them run…

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CAMISADO

The devil so clever with your little tricks

With your heart so cold and your head so sick

That even the boy with the mind so quick

You were able to push to the edge, like breaking a stick.

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APPLAUSE

Silent, sullen, sneaking in the shadows so stark

Tried his best to hide but kept glowing in the dark

Until he realised it was futile, hiding was never his cause

And he lived not for anonymity, but for the applause.

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APPLE-POLISHER

A ghost visited the man to take back what’s rightfully his

Left with a debt, while the visited man, a crucial clue he missed

Blood is thick and crimson, his ragged scarf was blue

And a single note on the blood-red fruit left to say I O U.

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STAYING ALIVE

Breathing is so dull and life is so boring

Newspapers, TV, all but dull fairy tales over and over

To save me from the aridness, I wrote my own ending

I died in the end, but then again, that’s what life is for.

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THE GAME GOES ON

So you saved the day, got redeemed and honoured

Defeated me after a million tries

But you forgot that heroes always get remembered

But legends surely will never die

And so the curtain rises and the game goes on, you see

So my dearest archnemesis, solve this one last riddle: Miss me?

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I’m taking back the crown
I’m all dressed up and naked
I see what’s mine and take it
(Finders keepers, losers weepers)…

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