Disclaimer: I am sad to announce that I do not own Sherlock. I know, I know, it came as a shock to me as well. ;)
Auteurs note: I should be studying Latin, but I can't keep my head to it so, I did this to clear my mind.
Summary: It is a poem about Sherlock meeting John, in Sherlock POV.
The day I met John Watson
He fought for his land,
He shows me his phone in his hand,
I can deduce him from where I stand.
He doesn't call me a freak,
Or scolds me away,
In fact he is willing to stay.
He has seen blood,
Enough for a lifetime,
But he is ready to fight crime.
He won't smile at Anderson,
And frowns at Donavon,
This might even be fun.
He doesn't like Mycroft,
He's convinced he's got a wounded limb,
I'll show him.
I had the killer,
He fired the gun,
Oh, this is defiantly going to be fun.