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”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2023 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Just an old joke.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Oh lol, good write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
The oldies are the good 'uns in my book - Good 'un Andy.
They certainly are Dave, thank you.
Andy
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!
My absolute pleasure Bella, laughter is so important in life, it is one of our curalls.
Andy
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