A/N: A location for poems, fics and challenges in tribute to BBC Sherlock.
First: Sherlock decides to leave his cigarettes at home for a day. Written purely in good humour. A thousand thanks to Mrspencil for letting me borrow the form/layout from her 'Birthday Boy' poem (chapter 15 in 'Baker Street re Verse'), and for encouraging me to post. This is for you.
Sherlock and companions do not belong to me.
Endurance
John, please leave behind the cigarettes;
I do not require them today.
I can handle this case
Without the strong taste
Of nicotine to show me the way.
~o~
John, there is no need to stare at me
With such an open look of alarm.
I promise I'll be fine
For just this one time,
And yes, I have a patch on my arm.
~o~
John, I think this patch is wearing off.
Yes, I know it hasn't been long!
I'm not getting stressed;
What a thing to suggest!
Luckily my willpower's strong.
~o~
John, this client is frustrating me
And so is this infernal place.
(I'd kill for a sniff,
Or just one small whiff …
The nerve! To smoke right in my face!)
~o~
John, I believe it's time to go home.
Let us leave the rest to Lestrade.
No, I don't wish to stay;
I've been here all day!
(I confess it's been rather hard).
~o~
John, what have you done with my patches?
No, I cannot survive on one.
I need two or three
To satisfy me,
Or my work shall never get done!
~o~
John, I have come to the conclusion:
The patches are not the same source.
What am I doing?
Where am I going?
Why, to buy cigarettes, of course!
~o~
A/N II: I am aware Sherlock keeps to his trusty supply of patches in the series, but I was curious as to how long he'd survive without an actual cigarette. :-) Perhaps John's POV will be next? Any suggestions welcome.