Sherlock Holms

Sometimes i wish i was sherlock holms so i could wear a wool cap to write poems then perhaps drink some tea and study my notes to find the foggy killer who wears black coats so in the night i would make my rounds parting the mist with my hounds with a lantern in hand over cobble stones following shadows wherever they roam then pausing to stoke my pipes dark seasoning wrapped in a tweed coat using deductive reasoning tell old watson, dear watson my friend i believe our search is at an end though in the morgue she lay long dead watson grabbed the newspaper and read the headlines of the london times foggy killer caught for all his crimes