Po-em

Title: Po-em
Author(s): rabidsamfan
Rating: Silly
Character(s): John
Summary: A doggy bit of doggerel
Word Count: 30
Author's Notes: Yes, this WAS the first thing that came to mind when yesterdays prompt was "poetry"...


There once was a doctor named John
Who grumbled, "It just isn't on."
Putting Sherlock in verse
Goes from bad straight to worse.
I've been trying from midnight to dawn."

Welcome!

Since LJ is down, I thought I should create a mirror of my comm over there. Also, to invite anyone who wants to post things that can't go up on LJ here.

Form Letter

Dear [__1__],

I regret to inform you that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is unable to accept your case concerning the [___2___] which [____3______] because [____4____]. He suggests that you consult [______5____] for advice on the matter.

Sincerely yours,

John Watson

1: Sir / Madam / Other Nincompoop
2: Lost Jewels / Lost Father's Will / Lost Cat / Other Mundane Murder
3: You Misplaced / Your Lawyer Misplaced / Ran Off / Other The Butler Did
4: He is Busy / He is Out of the Country / He's Taken Up Beekeeping / Other You are Boring
5: Scotland Yard / A Psychic / A Psychiatrist / Other Your Navel





What? The prompt was "enclosed spaces"!

*takes LJ by hands and dances* I missed you all!

Form Letter

Dear [__1__],

I regret to inform you that Mr. Sherlock Holmes is unable to accept your case concerning the [___2___] which [____3______] because [____4____]. He suggests that you consult [______5____] for advice on the matter.

Sincerely yours,

John Watson

1: Sir / Madam / Other Nincompoop
2: Lost Jewels / Lost Father's Will / Lost Cat / Other Mundane Murder
3: You Misplaced / Your Lawyer Misplaced / Ran Off / Other The Butler Did
4: He is Busy / He is Out of the Country / He's Taken Up Beekeeping / Other You are Boring
5: Scotland Yard / A Psychic / A Psychiatrist / Other Your Navel





What? The prompt was "enclosed spaces"!

*takes LJ by hands and dances* I missed you all!

Passchendaele

Oh, western wind

The taint of chlorine gas from the east, the dull thump of gas-masks on each breath as the men look out across No Man's Land.

When wilt thou blow

The rumble of artillery fire approaching relentlessly; the thunder of heaven from blackened skies.

That the small rain down can rain.

Lightning flare, revealing the white armbands, the red crosses, the frightened eyes looking to him for reassurance, for orders. He smiles, grimly, and does not tell the ambulance crews what he is thinking.

Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!






The prompt for the 27th was poetry, so I went for the oldest, shortest poem I knew. (Thanx, anonymous!) And then I did some internet research for the setting.

Passchendaele

Oh, western wind

The taint of chlorine gas from the east, the dull thump of gas-masks on each breath as the men look out across No Man's Land.

When wilt thou blow

The rumble of artillery fire approaching relentlessly; the thunder of heaven from blackened skies.

That the small rain down can rain.

Lightning flare, revealing the white armbands, the red crosses, the frightened eyes looking to him for reassurance, for orders. He smiles, grimly, and does not tell the ambulance crews what he is thinking.

Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!






The prompt for the 27th was poetry, so I went for the oldest, shortest poem I knew. (Thanx, anonymous!) And then I did some internet research for the setting.