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