a/n:prompt from Reflekshun:-mulberry-
Holmes and companions do not belong to me.
Mulberry
On a cold and frosty morning; Holmes and Watson take a walk,
Just a short perambulation; neither one inclined to talk.
Both enjoy the peace and quiet of this crisp and snowy day.
Both appreciate the chance to briefly cast their cares away.
Neither man is in a hurry; neither one intends to rush.
Dr Watson pauses briefly; stops beside a mulberry bush.
Holmes is in a playful mood, and gives his friend a gentle push.
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Dr Watson staggers snow ward; not expecting this attack.
Recovers quickly, quite determined he will get his comrade back.
Cane can be a handy weapon; sweeps Holmes' feet from off the ground.
Holmes falls awkwardly, then rises; keen to start the second round.
Snow is useful, grabs a handful; starts a friendly snowball fight;
Friend retaliates quite quickly; direct hit, to his delight.
Shaking snow off face and collar; Holmes fires back with all his might.
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Mulberry bush is useful shelter from the missiles flying fast;
Watson bides his time until the bulk of Holmes' offence is past.
Calculates the likely angle; shakes the branches vigorously
Snow drops down from tree to comrade; satisfying quantity.
Comrade splutters, glares at Watson; secretly he's quite impressed.
Picking fight with army veteran means he should expect the best.
Both now put snow battle tactics well and truly to the test.
~0~
Police inspector spots the duo; quite engrossed in snowy game;
Knows that given half the chance; he'd really like to do the same.
Those two men, now throwing snowballs; earned respect from Scotland Yard.
Men who work the hours that they do, sometimes need to play as hard.
May be in the depths of winter, when the world seemed dark and drear,
And they're overwhelmed with work which never seems to disappear
He can see the perfect way to lighten mood and bring good cheer;
~o~
Simply lean in close and whisper "Mulberry" in each partner's ear.
~o~