Holmes’ pile of scrapbooks: He fills up all the spaces With memories of his cases— A list of all known crooks. He settles himself in nooks, Remembering old faces And associated places. It’s all there if he looks. But one scrapbook’s kept hidden— Always remains under wraps. A top secret one, which is For even Watson forbidden. Because the contained scraps Are all kitten pictures.
An Italian sonnet
Holmes’ pile of scrapbooks:
He fills up all the spaces
With memories of his cases—
A list of all known crooks.
He settles himself in nooks,
Remembering old faces
And associated places.
It’s all there if he looks.
But one scrapbook’s kept hidden—
Always remains under wraps.
A top secret one, which is
For even Watson forbidden.
Because the contained scraps
Are all kitten pictures.