Day 20 – prompt from Agatha Doyle: Write a Holmesian version of 'The Twelve Days of Christmas'.
Note: mrspencil would've been the obvious choice for this prompt—and, honestly, the better. Meter and I don't exactly get along. Ach, well… here goes nothin'!
==Day 20: Sherlock's Twelve Days of Christmas==
On the first day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
A Norway spruce Christmas tree.
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On the second day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Two small notebooks
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
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On the third day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
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On the fourth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the fifth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the sixth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the seventh day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Seven revolver bullets,
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the eighth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Eight sheets of foolscap,
Seven revolver bullets,
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the ninth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Nine bottles of ink,
Eight sheets of foolscap,
Seven revolver bullets,
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the tenth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Ten watercolours,
Nine bottles of ink,
Eight sheets of foolscap,
Seven revolver bullets,
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Eleven cigarillos,
Ten watercolours,
Nine bottles of ink,
Eight sheets of foolscap,
Seven revolver bullets,
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
xxx
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My Boswell gave to me
Twelve Irregulars drumming,
Eleven cigarillos,
Ten watercolours,
Nine bottles of ink,
Eight sheets of foolscap,
Seven revolver bullets,
Six silver cufflinks,
Five gold tiepins,
Four commonplace books,
Three fountain pens,
Two small notebooks,
And a Norway spruce Christmas tree.
"Confess now, Watson—Mycroft aided you."
"Well, perhaps a bit."
"I wonder what Lestrade would say if I committed fratricide?"
Author's Note:
Ha! Weren't expecting that ending, were you? That's like the overhead dialogue at the end of a movie trailer, y'know? Lol!
Aw, man, and this was so tough, too. I mean, not only making sure everything fit the meter more or less, but also just thinking up all the gifts! I can't believe I actually finished this and am satisfied with it! And gingerbread men to anyone who got the "Norway spruce" part!
Please review!