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Sing to the tune of Good King Wenceslas

Good Inspector Greg Lestrade
Went to 2-2-1-B
There he saw something quite odd
That he couldn’t un-see

Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When John Watson came in sight
Giggling like a foo-oo-ool

“Sherlock’s flesh is now all mine,”
John proclaimed quite boldly
“And his arse is mighty fine —
Just tight enough to hold me”

“Put some clothes on my good men!”
Greg implored them loudly
“Nope — we’re going to shag again,”
Sherlock told him prou-oud-ly

Greg wished he could bleach his eyes
Of that sight imprinted
It shouldn’t’ve been a surprise
After all they’d hinted

But to see it in his face
Well, with that he struggled
So he turned and fled the place
Where John and Sherlock snu-ug-gled

“Well now that Lestrade is gone
I would like to fuck you,”
So said Sherlock unto John
And he was in luck, too

“Come and take me,” John replied
“Fuck me if you’re able”
Sherlock growled and Sherlock sighed
And bent him o’er the ta-a-ble

The moral of this story is
(If you’re looking for one)
Sherlock’s John’s and John is his
And they’re having more fun

So if you’re on Baker Street
And you hear Greg bitchin’
If you cannot stand the heat
Stay out of their ki-it-chen

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I know I say that each one of these is my favourite, but this one really is my favourite.

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