Prompt from Hades Lord of the Dead: Watson and/or Holmes have to go to trial.
I have no idea why I wanted to attempt a poem, but I did. I am no Mrs. P, so no judging. (PS. THIS IS TERRIBLE) My rhyming skills are subpar. I also don't know anything about the British legal system so...
It was a mistake.
Wrong time,
Wrong place,
That found the good doctor rather tight-laced.
The crime was committed,
The deed had been done,
It was with heavy heart, that the culprit was one,
Watson of Baker street, a doctor by calling,
Had done the deed that caused everyone galling.
The evidence fact,
The proof absolute,
A trial was coming to give him the boot.
"Death!" cried the jury, convinced of his sin,
"But wait!" cried the people, "He must certainly win.
"Watson is no criminal, he did nothing wrong,
"It was a mistake that brought this whole thing along!"
Watson stood still amid the cries,
His head bowed to their pleas,
He was not one to cry, but he fell to his knees.
Holmes had not come, had not given the answer,
There was no hope left, there was no advancer.
His case would end here, amid yelling and shouts,
His fate was sealed, his life going out.
The door burst open, to everyone's eyes,
The stalwart detective declared it all lies.
"Watson is innocent! There is no truth to your claim!"
The man before you was certainly framed!"
Holmes laid forth the evidence, called it all fact.
The jury debated this way and that.
"It is with consideration we hear your case,
"The doctor is innocent! Get out of this place!"
Freed from the shackles of guilt and blame,
Watson felt himself grinning, no longer ashamed.
Back home to Baker Street, a leisurely pace,
As Holmes wandered on relating the case.
"It was a simple matter,
"Your gun, the blood spatter."
On and on until home went the story,
About how Holmes had bungled the thing rather poorly.
"I'm sorry, dear fellow,"
"The thing ran amuck,
"I found myself hopelessly, terribly stuck.
"But the case has been solved, the blame's long acquitted,
"Let's get you upstairs to that quilt Hudson knitted.
"A good rest is long due,
"Let my clients stand queue,
"Up the stairs, there you go."
"Bring out the Bordeaux."
Glasses were filled, chairs settled in,
Thus ended the night of Watson's trialing win.