Allright. This one's been written for the Sherlock Challenge on tumblr. The task was to write, paint or draw any stuff where Sherlock investigates in a little 'domestic crime'. Just in case anyone's interested: 221b poetry is my tumblr account.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or John Watson
The case of the missing scarf
Sherlock woke up at Baker street
Made breakfast and prepared to greet
Some clients he would later meet
One thing was not as it should be
He noticed, sipping at his tea:
His scarf was nowhere to be seen
It couldn't, it must not be gone
It's always been his favourite one
Shining in bright aquamarine
He climed on chairs, he stooped down low
He turned around and walked quite slow
Looking for clues around the scene
Opened the closets, peared inside
But found out: there it did not hide
Where was it then, what could it mean?
„Had it been Jim?" he asked concerned
Could Moriarty have returned?
Deaths can be faked, that much he'd learned
To the matter's heart he couldn't get
That problem nearly drove him mad
Finally, John did intervene
Made Sherlock sit, and soon explained
That he had seen the scarf 'd been stained
And thought it better should be clean.
He tried his best to calm him down
But then he opened with a frown
The door of the washing machine
„I thought it was all overrated
That colours should be segregated!
It seems, so wrong I've never been."
The very moment their eyes met
John's face turned - like the laundry - red
Cause Sherlock's scarf was violet
