Seusslock: A Study in Pink, Part One

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doctorsleuth:

The story begins, as I know you want more

With a story, not borey, of a man and a war.

A man and a war and a limp and a cane –

A good man, a doctor, John Watson in name!

Waking now from the war that waged on in his head

He sighed in the dark, and he rolled out of bed

Where a lark for a park took him out on a hike

In the park with the bench, and the bench with the Mike

And the Mike with a mate, and the mate with a flat

With the doctor himself in clear need of that.

And the mate was a man with mercurial eyes

Who was quick with a trick and a bit of surprise

With a glance at his stance and his face and his phone

He told things of the doctor he could not have known.

“Brilliant! Astounding! Amazing!” He’d say.

“You’ve heard it from Mike, there’s no other way!”

The man with the eyes with a wave of his hand

Denied the excitement like it hadn’t been planned.

“I could tell from the plant of your feet on the floor.

I could tell from the moment you walked through the door!

You told me yourself, with the clothes on your back.

Now answer the question: Afghan or Iraq?”

(The doctor just stuttered and stumbled his praise.)

“I’m loud with my music and I won’t talk for days

I’m rude and I’m clever, and that’s not the worst-”

“Shouldn’t you lead with the best and tell me that first?

You could tell me about you, and I’d do the same –

Forget best or worst, I could do with a name!”

The man with the eyes and a smirk and a wink

Was gone through the door before he had time to think.

“You’re a doctor, a soldier, no stranger to strife –

It’s only a flat share, not the rest of your life!

Meet me tomorrow?  Sometime around three?

The name’s Sherlock Holmes, the place Two Two One Bee.”

(via thescienceofobsession)