Authors Note: I was favorited by somebody and I want to thank you very much for doing so, and I will update as soon as the splint is off of my wrist. Thank you again. So this isn't so short the poems will be added to this page.

Holmes' Poem

A breath a whisper,
A voice laughing in the breeze,
Evil clones, French genetists,
a woman in charge, a robot in place
of my oldest friend, new irregulars, a new century, nothing I know and remember is around,
but I think this century might turn out
alright.

Lestrade's Poem

An evil laugh carrying through the breeze,

I feel my feet leave the ground,

a clone head calling me his dear with an evil grin,

going after me and making fun of me,

I start to believe the clone heads words that I won't be rescued that I am not cared for,

I start to doubt bringing him back and even getting involved,

Until I hear a whisper in the breeze,

a soft breath blowing in my ear,

a voice yelling out to me trying to find me,

a sandy blonde head peering into the room and his eyes lighting up as they find me,

he comes in and I know that everything is going to be alright

he lifts me up and helps me out of there he smiles,

I smile,

He leans in and tells me that all is going to be alright,

Not to worry my "dear" Lestrade,

At times like this I'm glad I got involved,

I'm glad I brought him back,

And I'm glad that I've given my heart to him.

My dear Sherlock Holmes

Watson's Poem

I do not feel the breeze,

I will never know what it is like to have it blow through my hair,

I will never know any real emotions,

O yes I can try to,

I have some type of feelings,

I do at times feel sadness, joy, anger, indignation,

But how do I know that it is not really just my processors,

At times I wonder how did the original me feel about these things,

That I can only dream of,

How would he feel if he knew about me?

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be human,

But then when Holmes, the Irregulars, or Lestrade is attacked,

I know that if I was not a robot they would be hurt badly,

I know deep down that I am happy to be me,

Happy to be Dr. John H. Watson, a man, trapped in a robots body.