Poem…Luck

[debriswoman]

Response to this month’s timing challenge, previously posted elsewhere

And a glass of gin raised to Frankles…cheers, Ma’am!

Word count…186
Rating…general
Characters…most of them plus an extra Irregular and his dog
Fandom…Holmes ACD

Luck

 

If Doctor Watson hadn't left so late from evening surgery;

If Holmes had not decided he would take an evening stroll;

If Arthur had not ventured out to give his dog some exercise;

If Hopkins and Lestrade had walked a different night patrol;

If Mrs Hudson hadn't needed spices quite so urgently;

If Wiggins hadn't found a broken bootlace caused delay;

If Mycroft hadn't made a rare excursion from his Whitehall pad;

Then one vile gang of villains would have safely got away...

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Fickle fate or karma, just desserts or mere coincidence;

A daring theft, the perpetrators heading out of town.

A startled exclamation from Lestrade who saw the getaway;

Events conspiring speedily, to bring the scoundrels down...

A swiftly wielded truncheon, and a back swing from a Gladstone bag;

Some deftly placed baritsu moves; a brolly neatly struck;

A hound and two Irregulars, a match for any fleeing foe;

A cab turned round to block the road; that's really all it took...

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A glass of wine in Baker Street, for those who joined the escapade.

A toast to thieves in custody, their damnable bad luck!

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