December 7th prompt from book girl fan: aflame


Aflame


A cold and crisp December evening,

Watson walking home in snow;

Cobwebs cleared from hectic clinic,

Stars above and ice below.

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Looking forward to warm slippers,

Comfy chair and cup of tea.

Happy thoughts are rudely shattered;

Bells are clanging noisily.

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Round the corner come careening

Horse, fire engine, hose and crew.

Shouts and hooves and general clamour;

A second follows, noisy too.

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Watson stares, a grim suspicion

Forming in his weary mind;

When he reaches Baker Street,

What precisely will he find?

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Earlier that winter's morning;

Peaceful, calm, domestic scene;

Holmes with fresh cut handsome fir tree.

( Lots and lots and lots of green.)

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Final words to Holmes from Watson

"Decorate, as you desire,

But please, dear fellow, promise me

You will not set the tree on fire!"

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Watson, now quite hot and bothered,

Pictures home and hearth right now;

Curtains scorched and carpet smoking

Holmes destroying one last vow.

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Indignation burns and smoulders,

Comfy chair might well be charred,

Slippers two small heaps of ashes

Tea pot now a shattered shard.

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Flaming anger builds as Watson

Works out what repairs might cost;

Stomps along the icy pavement

Cheeks glow red with ire and frost.

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Incandescent now with fury;

Watson reaches Baker Street,

Steels himself for conflagration,

Sparks and soot he's bound to meet.

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Stops, astounded; no inferno.

Nothing seems to be ablaze;

Cinders are not raining round him,

No surrounding smoky haze.

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Instead, he sees two teams of firemen

Ladders propped up expertly,

Intent upon the task before them;

Two small kittens up a tree.

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Watson sidles past the rescue;

Crimson cheeks and crimson ears,

Embarrassed by his quick assumptions,

False beliefs, unfounded fears.

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Coat on hook, and cane in stand;

Watson opens parlour door

And there beholds the Christmas tree;

Festooned and splendid on the floor.

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Slippers warming on the hearth;

Comfy chair, and cup of tea.

Holmes, a twinkle in his eye.

Friends and festive frippery.

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