Watson And Holmes Went Camping.


Watson and Holmes went camping,

One fine, clear summer’s day,

They pitched their tent in a large, green field,

Surrounded by high, bright, hay.


They sat round the campfire.

Holmes smoking on his pipe,

And Watson writing in his diary,

Which later he would type.


When at last they went in the tent,

As tiredness upon them crept,

They slid upon their camp beds,

And on them they just slept.


At three o’clock that morning,

Or maybe there about,

Holmes awoke with quite a start,

And to Watson gave a shout.


“Watson, wake and look, what do you see?”

“I see a clear sky full of stars,

With the bright moon shining over us,

And above me there is Mars”


“Your vision of the stars above

Dear Watson is not tricked

But all that I can now deduce

Is that our tent has just been nicked”

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2023 02:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just an old joke.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 32
  • User favorite of this poem: Doggerel Dave.
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  • orchidee

    Oh lol, good write Gold.

  • Doggerel Dave

    The oldies are the good 'uns in my book - Good 'un Andy.

    • Goldfinch60

      They certainly are Dave, thank you.


    • Bella Shepard

      I read this, anticipating one of your classic zingers at the end, and you did not disappoint. I have never heard this one, so the last line was one of those "burst out loud" experiences. Thank you for brightening my day!

      • Goldfinch60

        My absolute pleasure Bella, laughter is so important in life, it is one of our curalls.


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