Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Sherlock characters. Thanks to all the actors, writers, etc that make the original series so worth writing about!
PROVING A POINT
Down dark London streets, with frustrated yells,
Jumping 'cross rooftops, climbing stairwells;
And reading it all from a map in his head,
After that cabbie John Watson he led.
Pretend to be police when the chase is done;
Smiling 'Welcome to London'.
Laugh at the jest, run off once more
Together move through black front door
He calls Mrs Hudson to say that you
Will take the room upstairs "Says who?"
You ask. He nods and smiles once more
And looks past your shoulder "The man at the door!"
"Sherlock texted, I think you will find
That you left your stick behind!"
Then he'll look at you in a knowing way.
"Oh just proving a point!" he'll say.
Inspired by: From a Railway Carriage by Robert Louis Stephenson (1850 – 1894)
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart runaway in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!