Sherlock
I went to my mailbox and was in shock,
There was a mysterious letter in there.
It was from a person named Sherlock,
My nerves on edge, I fiddled my hair.
Its arrival was from across the pond.
I thought to myself “Why little ole me?”
My inner voice was quick to respond
“ Send it back.” Was her honest plea.”
Although my hands were shaking badly,
I ignored my conscience and opened it up.
What I saw touched my heart gladly.
My friend with whom we shared a pup,
She had moved to England so long ago.
Told her fiancee’s best friend all about me,
I write back, our conversation had a nice flow.
It’s been two years, now Sherlock is my bestie.
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