Saturday night, watching PBS
Hoping to see BBC at its best.
I fall asleep in a pumpkin patch,
and run into a white wigged Mr. Cumberbatch
Saw Miss Marple walking down the lane,
and Captin Hastings on a window pane.
Poirot and his cane came putsing by,
and I saw Lizzy Bennet laughing, making mud pies
Saturday night, and I flip on the television,
hoping to see some British BBC presicion.
I go Sherlocking with a few of my friends,
with visions of Cranford people dancing in our heads.
Poirot trims his mustache,
and the 39 steps match,
Jane Austen writes amazing guys
I sit and eat pumpkin pie
Skander when he's little
Sherlock cannot play the fiddle
I find a cumberbatch
sitting in a pumpkin patch
eating eggs benedict
Cranford Christmas candles lit
All my favorite characters
from BBC wear parachutes
we all land in a pumpkin sky
Lets watch! Please pass the pumpkin pie
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