Faster than Watson,
past Moriarty,
whoever is last down the slope
hosts the party.
Lestrade’s hit a pine tree,
now here’s the detective.
A brief sideways bump
from the sled’s quite effective.
Hopkins…a nudge…
he’s head down in the snow,
A rock somehow landed on Mycroft…
just so…
Mrs Hudson is finding
the going quite rough;
a blade has detached from
her bobsleigh…that’s tough…
It seems, just by chance,
Mrs P is the winner.
The glory is hers,
and free gin, and free dinner!