The Roommate No One Would Want
Living with this roommate was too intolerable to bear
His roommate would have cocaine when he was bored,
He would chalk out plans and outlines on a large board.
His roommate would play the Stradivarius when he was pensive,
Making him wish that he had somewhere else to live.
The smell of tobacco and tea leaves would fill the air,
Making it really quite intolerable to bear.
Whenever they had visitors at their place,
They were analyzed from head to toe and hand to face.
The Housekeeper had a tough time keeping the place clean,
But, Mrs. Hudson would do her best to make it all gleam,
When his experiments went explosive like a horror dream.
His roommate’s powers of deduction and induction,
Were remarkable skills he possessed beyond compare,
There was no one with talent so unusual and rare.
He could solve the most complex crime in his sleep,
While making criminals, killers and murderers weep.
Their fascinating lives have filled volumes of books,
With adventure mysteries of finding jewels and catching crooks.
If I am Doctor Watson living at 221B Baker Street,
An address so memorable on every Sherlockian tweet,
Then my roommate whose life has filled a hundred tomes,
Is none other than the world-famous detective Sherlock Holmes.






