Poem based on a study in pink. All started when I realised park and Iraq rhymed, oh well things got out of hand I guess. Read away!
A Study in Pink
John meets old friend Mike Stamford in the park
He's introduced to Sherlock who asks, "Afghanistan or Iraq?"
He has to go fetch hid riding crop from the mortuary
And tells John to meet him at 221B
The next day John arrives at Baker Street
Moves into the flat and Mrs. Hudson he meets
DI Lestrade says a victim's left a note
The first from the serial suicides, "Oh its Christmas," Sherlock gloats
In Brixton John admires Sherlock as he thinks
But where is the case of the woman in pink?
Going home John meets a man, who could he be?
Has an umbrella, says he's Sherlock's arch-enemy.
Sherlock can't find the phone but he's found the case
A call after the text means it's in one certain place
They stakeout at Angelo's, John's not his date
Trail a cab but they're wrong, Sherlock's filling with hate
Back at the flat Lestrade leads a drugs bust
Sherlock tracks the phone despite Anderson's mistrust
The cabbie turns up with the phone; Sherlock knows what must be done
Quickly leaves with him, won't say where he's gone
At the school they play the game with two pills
Sherlock deduces the cabbie is ill
The cabbie claims this is set up by Sherlock's fan
Sherlock wonders if this is part of a bigger plan
Sherlock is just about to take the pill
When John makes the shot that will kill
Sherlock demands to know who his fan could be
With his last breath the cabbie screams, "MORIARTY!"
Lestrade clears up the mess; Sherlock says he's in shock
So that nobody knows it was John who saved Sherlock
The umbrella man appears, talks to Sherlock about mother
Turns out he's Mycroft, Sherlock's older brother
The two men start to exit the crime scene
"We can't giggle!" John says, that would be seen as obscene
Sherlock tells John about Moriarty
They decide not to worry and head back to 221B.