This was started with the intention of posting in honour of Martin Freeman's birthday on September 8th, but I lost my way with it and didn't manage to finish it until tonight.
It is styled after the poem, A Visit From St Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) so my thanks go to him for the inspiration, and also to ACD & BBC, Moffat, Gatiss and Thompson for use of their creations.
As ever, Thanks Mrs Pencil for your endless encouragement - especially with my poetry :)
~O~
Twas the day of John's birthday
And all through the flat
Came the sound of a violin
Never played flat
~O~
The first song played merry
The second played sweet
The third was a fanfare
To declare 'time to eat'
~O~
Mrs Hudson this morning
Had baked him a cake
A glorious confection
The best she could make
~O~
Mycroft was invited
To all he declared
He'd put diet aside
If John's cake would be shared
~O~
Sherlock's eyes rolled
And he said with a sneer
That Mycroft's as round
As a barrel of beer
~O~
John opened the wine
And filled every glass
Gave one glass to Sherlock
Then called him an arse
~O~
He begged him behave
And be nice to his brother
Or he might find John
Has moved in with another
~O~
Sherlock just smirked and
Said it would not be
"For you will not find anyone
Smarter than me!"
~O~
Greg joined the party
And hearing that said
Declared that John's praises
Had gone to his head
~O~
He told Sherlock plainly
That this was John's day
And if he should ruin it
They'd lock him away
~O~
But John intervened
Gave his friend Greg a grin
And begged him ignore the mood
Sherlock was in
~O~
The last to arrive was
Their very good friend Molly
The party was now in
Full swing and quite jolly
~O~
Some hours later
With morning in sight
From 221B
They wish all a good night.
