Jim Moriarty sat on a wall. Sherlock Holmes had a great fall. All the kings horsemen and all of Mycroft's men couldn't put Sherlock back together again. Or so they thought. Two years later he came back to me, he brought my only wish to thee. I hugged him and punched him, but then did I learn, that it was all for me. I moved back to 221b Baker's Street when Mrs. Hudson shirked with glee. We solved crimes until that fate full night when his lips pressed against mine. He said he was queer, I didn't mind. About a year later my a ring my finger wore Then nine months later Hamish breathed. My life had been great, now that you hear, but soon it'll be over. No more John Watson the Blogger.