I haven't had any time to write recently but I wrote this for a friend after a poetry presentation at my school. Thought I might as well share it. I'm pretty proud if I do say so myself. Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters in the BBC story line.
Sherlock,
I've been told you detest poetry
And on that I must agree
But I thought you might reject it less
If it had been written by me
To say that I'm a bad poet
I must admit is true
Despite what I write to my girlfriends
Which is poetry according to you
So here I am at the Surgery
Trying desperately to write
A poem that when you read it
You will not have us start a fight
Things may be a bit not good
Or the refrigerator holds some toes
And the reason I put up with you
Is something only God knows
But the thrill of the cases we pursue
Is something I cannot ignore
Nor is warmth in my heart
When I see 221b on our door
I guess why I'm writing this
Is to put you into a good mood
Since I have a simple question
Oh and by the way, I brought home food
Despite you not asking for my laptop
Nor before you run off and roam
But I thought it would be nice to ask first
Before I brought this fellow home
He's not a bit like you and me
You see, he's got a tail
But if someone does not take him now
He might end up in a pail
You would not be able to experiment
On him or others of his kind
But I can think of plenty of experiments
That would allow me to save his behind
And so I request that we keep him
I'll be sure to bring him his bone
He's an adorable tan and white bulldog
By the curious name of Gladstone
Sincerely,
John
Hope you enjoyed!