The Raven, the Crow and Sherlock
Smoke filled the little river lounge
The ceiling fans twirling to jazzy notes of the band
Music weaved its way amongst the crowd
Whiskey warmed my soul
As my I laid my eyes on what I surely would lay
A fine bird she seemed all dressed in black
My eyes had already stripped this one naked and bare
I smiled her way, her sultry gaze back said, let’s fly away
Sherlock was sitting next to me, pipe in hand
He looked me in the eye, and said never dance with a Raven young man
Your love will be clawed and a bloody mess in no time
In hindsight, this Sherlock was some detective
He sure had a good read of the situation that night
I being full of bravado and whiskey took me chances
Her perfume seduced my loins
I fell into her charms, this lady in black
Well I must confess I took her back
To my boudoir of desire
I should have headed Sherlock’s dire warnings
For indeed I had bedded the Raven, no doubt at all
Raving mad she was
Nostrils flared and claws ready to pounce
On my oh so romantic heart
I now have only one eye
In which to read the tales of Inspector Holmes
I have no ladies in waiting any more
No more raving mad love affairs
As I stare out my window
At the old black crow
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