Careena tells us that this poem is the first in a series of irreverent rhymes that she will write which follow the letters of the English alphabet. Neither truly fiction or nonfiction discussion, it's a sort of uncategorisable piece of slashy miscellany. Don't take anything too seriously, and just enjoy the fun. Here are Careena's words about it:
This is what I do when it's too late at night to use the piano and I've run out of melodies to write words for. ::Shrug::
A is for Anal, as in "alimentary, my dear."
B's for "By George, are those two ever queer."
C is for Cunning, he's quick with a trick.
D is Detective, a great private dick.
E is for England, with her capital's mists.
F is for Fog, which conceals many trysts.
G: Great Britain, from whence come the Limeys and Scots.
H: Hudson, who cleanses the sheets of their spots.
I for Injection: that crack gets 'em partyin'.
J is for Jeeves: hey, at least he's Edwardian.
K is for Kibble to busy the Hound.
L's for Lestrade, in whose handcuffs Holmes's bound.
M is for Mycroft, far more than a pound.
N is for Nancing and prancing around.
O is for Oscar and his Wilde verse.
P is for Persian slipper; some perversions are worse.
Q is not theirs, he belongs to James Bond.
R is for Romance, of which they are fond.
S is for Sherlock, with the meaning "light hair."
T is for Toby . . . but let's not go there.
U: Unambiguous, it couldn't be clearer.
V is Victorian, our favorite era.
W: of course Watson, who sometimes is whorey.
X is the rating of the unpublished story.
Y is for "Yes, we all know
that they'd go
for a menage a trois with
Zee Frenchman M'sieur Hercule Poirot."
Now there's a guestbook from which I will copy the comments. Sample comments would look like this: