Poetry: I, Sir Arthur: Gen
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Rating: Gen
Poetic Form: It started off a clerihew and grew longer.
Length: 174
Notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR ARTHUR!
I, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
would rather be boiled in a vat of hot oil
than have a true Renaissance vocation
reduced to him, that tiresome creation.
Why, oh, why is this world so remiss?
Won’t you recall who brought skiing to the Swiss?
And the war! Which? Why, the Boer!
You’d think that the world might
since it made me a knight.
What about bodybuilding? And Portsmouth United?
But do let’s forget when my cricket kit ignited
[Ball to matches in pocket. I went up like a rocket.]
I solved crimes! I wrote history!
I even went looking for Agatha Christie!
So many answers to so many calls,
save for those cottage girls and their damned paper dolls!
And, uh, that once I nearly poisoned myself.
Oh, why doesn’t Professor Challenger sit as proud on the shelf?
Oh, well. If you must
remember me thus
I suppose
I’ll lie in repose
he who created the world’s greatest sleuth, or so the world claims,
he who begat Sherlock Holmes
and his loyal chronicler
James.
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Date: 2018-05-22 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-05-23 02:36 am (UTC)Such a wonderful ending and you slip in some great references:-)
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Date: 2018-05-23 07:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-05-23 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-05-23 08:00 am (UTC)I'm assuming these weren't safety matches, and the force had been sufficient to set them on fire.
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Date: 2018-05-23 08:32 am (UTC)Yes, those were the circs.
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Date: 2018-05-23 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2018-05-23 08:59 pm (UTC)The amount of stuff you managed to include is amazing. I must just give a special mention to So many answers to so many calls,/ save for those cottage girls and their damned paper dolls!/ And, uh, that once I nearly poisoned myself. ^___^
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Date: 2018-05-24 11:38 am (UTC)I like to think ACD was given the knowledge he'd been snookered by two girls in the afterlife. And I haven't forgotten that BMJ letter he wrote, which I found when I did the Sherlock 60 on Devil's Foot. ACD was a true Renaissance man--and thoroughly disgusted with the lot of us!
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Date: 2018-05-23 10:04 pm (UTC)As others have said, the ending is perfect and made me giggle.
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