His Last Bow: The King’s English

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Title: His Last Bow: The King’s English
Author: gardnerhill               
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: None.
Summary: Holmes has been defiled and Watson cannot bear it.

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Easier to remove that ghastly goatee.

“…I swear, Watson, that chump thought he could play me for a sucker. Well, I gave him the old heave-ho, and oh, wasn’t he a sick chicken!”

Wincing, I made my decision. England would do without my service at the front – I would be needed here, training that foul slang from my friend’s tongue.

Canon Discussion: His Last Bow

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Thank you so much to the guest editors from the MMI for taking charge of things last week ^_^ This week we’re back to normal and having a look at His Last Bow. I’ve typed up a few thoughts and questions to get the discussion going—please leave your own ideas in the comments!

( Discussion continues... )

Mrs. Hudson's Poetry Page: His Last Bow

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And so I am back from my celebrations—Happy New Year and welcome once again to my poetry page!

I hope each week you will read Dr. Watson’s delightful narrative and then be inspired to write a poem related to it in some way. (Though the story this week may not have been written by the doctor...) All forms of poetry are permitted, and further down the page there is a selection you might like to consider using over the coming weeks.

This week my featured form is the elegiac stanza.

( Definition and Example )

As always, this is simply something to consider for the future. Any form of poetry is welcome this week—and every week! Here are a few suggestions for you:

221B verselet, abecedarian poetry, acrostic poetry, alexandrine, beeswing, blackout poetry, blues stanza, bref double, Burns stanza, call and response, chastushka, cinquain, circular poetry, clerihew, colour poems, concrete poetry, Cornish verse, curtal sonnet, diamante, doggerel, double dactyl, ekphrasis, elegiac couplet, elegiac stanza, englyn, epigram, epitaph, epulaeryu, Etheree, fable, found poetry, ghazal, haiku, Italian sonnet, kennings poem, lanturne, limerick, lyric poetry, mathnawī, palindrome poetry, pantoum, poem cycle, quintilla, renga, riddle, rime couée, Schüttelreim, sedoka, septet, sestina, sonnet, tanka, tercet, terza rima, tongue twister poetry, triolet, tyburn, villanelle


Please leave all your poems inspired by His Last Bow in the comments on this post. I look forward to seeing them!


Warm regards,

Mrs. Hudson

His Last Bow: She Gets My Vote

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Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: She Gets My Vote
Author: scfrankles
Rating: G
Author's Notes: “...window-breaking Furies…” My story is set in 1903.


“I’m leaving for my Women’s Suffrage meeting now, Mr. Holmes.”

“Oh, Mrs. Hudson…”

Holmes looked over and smiled kindly.

“Naturally I respect you. But electing governments needs logic! Reason!”

And bringing up his gun, he carried on shooting at the sitting room wall.

Mrs. Hudson sighed and put on her hat.

“I’ll be back in time to serve supper, sir.”

His Last Bow: New Year's Editorial

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Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: New Year's Editorial (as featured in the Marylebone Illustrated)
Author:thesmallhobbit
Rating: G

As we enter a new year we can only view with trepidation events on the continent.  Kaiser Wilhelm, King of Prussia and ruler of the German Empire, having dismissed his Chancellor Bismarck, remains insistent on men of his own choice being in charge.  We fear he grows closer to Franz-Joseph of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, while spurning both Russia and France.

His Last Bow: Smuggling

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Canon Story: His Last Bow
Title: How better?
Author:godsdaisiechain
Rating: G

Uncle Sherlock raised bees, who had only one female, just as his world had only The Woman—an innocent occupation for an older man in any event. Mycroft Junior laughed quietly to himself from within the recesses of a leather chair that had once belonged to his father.

How brilliantly simple. How better to smuggle intelligence than in beeswax candles?