Disclaimer: Sherlock, John, and related characters do not belong to me. Copyrights on the nursery rhymes that form the framework for my ramblings are long since lost along with the original authors.
Mrs. Hudson
She wasn't a housekeeper; she was our kind landlady,
She left his bag of thumbs alone although not really gladly.
~o~
She tolerated our strange habits, visitors, experiments, all,
And barely raised an eyebrow when Sherlock shot the wall.
~o~
She worried like a mother and often brewed us tea,
Dear Mrs. Hudson is a saint as you can clearly see!
A/N: Based on "A Little Hen"
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed up the dishes and kept the house clean.
She went to the mill to fetch us some flour,
And always got home in less than an hour.
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told a fine tale!