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caffienekitty) wrote2023-07-02 05:14 pm
caffienekitty) wrote2023-07-02 05:14 pm
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BBC Sherlock Fanfic: Vexed Verse (JWP 2023 #2)
Title: Vexed Verse
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG, domestic science accidents, limerick
Word Count: 146
Disclaimer: Not my world.
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watsons_woes 2023 July Writing Prompt #2 - Write a Watsonian poem.
Summary: The poem was pinned to the fridge with a novelty magnet in the shape of a skull.
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Vexed Verse
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The poem was pinned to the fridge with a novelty magnet in the shape of a skull.
There once was a wanker named Sherlock,
Who made an explosion at 4 o’clock
The source of the din?
Seems he blew a wall in
By rocket-propelling a cin der block.
“Really John, your rhyme scheme is woeful, and even for pure doggerel none of the lines scan properly.”
“I don’t care!” John shoved a putty knife and a tube of PolyFilla into Sherlock’s hands. “Before Mrs Hudson sees it, you and I are going to repair the hole that you blew in the wall. At 4 AM. With a rocket!”
“Such hyperbolic drivel.” Sherlock huffed. “The wall’s not ‘blown in’, merely dented, and the block wasn’t propelled by a rocket, it was-“
John snarled. “Shut up and spackle.”
-.-.-
(that's it)
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Alternate Postings: AO3
Rating/Content: PG, domestic science accidents, limerick
Word Count: 146
Disclaimer: Not my world.
Notes: Written for
watsons_woes 2023 July Writing Prompt #2 - Write a Watsonian poem. Summary: The poem was pinned to the fridge with a novelty magnet in the shape of a skull.
Vexed Verse
-.-
The poem was pinned to the fridge with a novelty magnet in the shape of a skull.
There once was a wanker named Sherlock,
Who made an explosion at 4 o’clock
The source of the din?
Seems he blew a wall in
By rocket-propelling a cin der block.
“Really John, your rhyme scheme is woeful, and even for pure doggerel none of the lines scan properly.”
“I don’t care!” John shoved a putty knife and a tube of PolyFilla into Sherlock’s hands. “Before Mrs Hudson sees it, you and I are going to repair the hole that you blew in the wall. At 4 AM. With a rocket!”
“Such hyperbolic drivel.” Sherlock huffed. “The wall’s not ‘blown in’, merely dented, and the block wasn’t propelled by a rocket, it was-“
John snarled. “Shut up and spackle.”
-.-.-
(that's it)