I have been so inspired by the poetry of my dear friend Mrspencil, that I decided to try my hand at a 221B of a different kind - a 221B poem. So, this is dedicated to Mrspencil - and if you haven't already read her work, then go - GO NOW - she writes exquisite poems...but please come back afterwards to read this...
Disclaimer - as ever,the characters are not mine.
After the fall,
Before he came back,
Stood a doctor alone
But still taking the flack
For the friend that the press called
A fake, and a fraud,
Public turned against him
When once they'd applaud,
John Watson stood firm
He'd defend to the end,
The Consulting Detective
Who had been his best friend.
After the fall
He lay low for a while,
Exchanged flamboyant fashion
For a much lesser style,
He needed a friend,
Not just any, it's true,
He wanted his doctor
But it just wouldn't do.
He had jumped from the rooftop
To keep John alive,
So Lestrade and his
Landlady too, would survive.
So to the same ends
They both worked alone,
One man abroad,
And one man at home,
As one by one
The first destroyed
The network that
His foe employed.
The second made
His new vocation
To restore his best
Friend's reputation.
So to London he
At last returned,
Of Watson's faith
He quickly learned,
It made worthwhile
The hardships endured,
And his heart, once burned,
Was now restored,
And so to finally
Make an end,
He'll reveal the trick
To his faithful friend.
There first was shock,
Then joy, then laughter,
Could it really be
Happy ever after?
Crime solving this duo will
Once more attack
After the fall
When he came back.