Short Poems, Long Poems & Limericks

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Sherlock Squirrel

Sherlock the Squirrel

No stranger to peril

Was a detective with rodent-sized guts

His greatest case of all

Was opened one fall

When somebody stole Sherlock's nuts


If he had been human

He'd feel half a man

Without the nuts that he'd gathered

He didn't care about leaves

He didn't care about berries

It was only his acorns that mattered


Every animal and insect

In his woodland district

Was quizzed by the fluffy grey sleuth

He asked critters, plenty

Still his nut sack was empty

There was no evidence and therefore no proof


“A real head-scratcher

But I will find and catch them”

He said removing his hat

Then on the answer he stumbled

Off his head the nuts tumbled

“My goodness, so that's where they're at!”


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