We have heard the tale of the tall detective
How long he searched for a like-minded flatmate
Until the day when he met the doctor,
A healer-with-hands, health-restorer.
Watson was the name of that were.
A scalpel-soldier, he sojourned long
In eastern deserts sun-scalded
Until wound-weary he wended his way
Home to his holm. In the country's heart
He met that man, Sherlock Holmes.
He shunned society that mystery-solver
Though he deigned the doctor to dwell with him.
Life is short and my list of WIPs is long, so - fortunately - this is it. I'd be highly entertained by someone else doing Sherlock Holmes in alliterative verse at length (possibly, unlike me, having looked up the rules) - sure Grendel's raid on Heorot is a source text for The Hound of the Baskervilles?
I must also seize this opportunity to rec