|Enjoy while trying not to laugh.|
A BBC Sherlock poemIt started with a story,A BBC Sherlock poem by scarlettwriter11
Or rather, a blog,
About a wounded soldier,
Who much resembled a hedgehog.
While limping along one cold, dreary day,
In his typical, moody John Watson way,
He met an old friend,
Who without even knowing it,
Would introduce him to his God send.
It was Sherlock Holmes,
In his brilliant and blunt manner,
That fixed John right up,
(And made John seem tanner).
He took him to crime scenes,
Invaded his space,
Amazed him when he quickly solved a case.
It was just what John needed,
Had secretly craved,
Until things turned sour,
And everything caved.
Jim Moriarty, deadly and fast,
Made sure that this friendship wasn't to last.
He tore and he clawed,
By means of his own,
To have Sherlock Holmes's heart,
And John Watson alone.
And when the end came,
He thought he had beaten Sherlock,
Had won the Great Game.
For John certainly thought so,
(Although he still believed),
As he stood before his friend's grave,
The loss of his friend,
Was to great to bear,
But he ha
| PLEASE DONATE HERE FOR THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY 11DAYS COUNTDOWN SO I CAN KEEP ALL COUNTDOWN SUBMIT-IONS ON TIME. |
12 NOV 2013- 23 NOV 2013
IT'S A BIG COUNTDOWN THIS YEAR CAUSE JOURNAL TONS OF ART FEATURING AND FAN CONTRIBUTIONS! PLZ DONATE!
If you like any of my work plz leave a point/llama.
(Commissions as well open!)