Poor Mrs. Watson her husband was never home
he was always hanging out with his friend called Holmes
she wondered what those two got up to
she really didn't have a clue

It made her crazy, she was going round the bend
never knowing when she would see her husband again
she had noticed that sometimes he took his revolver
her thinking, not more shooting practice, it never ends

She never got involved in his shenanigans
never did she look even at his telegrams
when home he was just writing in his journal
it soured her cream and did it make her curdle


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris