This is my first real foray into ACD Canon, and it's dedicated to MrsPencil, that wonderful poetess and expert on canon poems - if you've not yet read her poems then you should hurry away and do so...but please come back and read this afterwards :) Also, I must thank MrsPencil for reminding me of a certain word for handcuffs...Mrs P I'm sorry - I nicked it...
Disclaimer: Like BBC Sherlock, ACD canon characters are not mine either :(
'Twas Christmas day at the Workhouse,
But for Watson and Holmes there's no doubt
That mischief and treachery here was afoot,
It was time now to send in a scout.
~O~
Step forward one urchin called Wiggins,
Irregulars, leader of band,
He could enter the place and collect evidence
Using well practiced sleight of hand.
~O~
They waited in fog-shrouded alley
For their light-fingered friend to appear,
Hidden from reveller and villain alike,
And from singers of seasonal good cheer.
~O~
Watson with trusty revolver in hand
And beside him stood Holmes with his cane,
Shoulder to shoulder they awaited the fiend
Who used other's misfortune for gain.
~O~
Wiggins, fleet footed intruder,
Sped past with a hessian bag,
Tips his hat first to Holmes then to Watson,
Speeds on chased by angry old lag.
~O~
With a swing of his cane Holmes has downed him!
And Watson, he aims trusty gun.
The echo of footfalls grow closer,
Comes Lestrade of the Yard at the run.
~O~
He bends down and slaps on the derbies
As Wiggins returns with a grin.
Hands to Holmes the contents of the hessian bag,
Works for earning the wages of sin.
~O~
"Blackmailer" says Holmes "is now taken."
Workhouse manager he is quite shocked
But it's Christmas Day at the Workhouse,
He goes in, and the doors they are locked.