This should have been written months ago, but I had trouble pulling it together - sorry :( I apologise also that the meter of this poem does not flow as I would like - forgive me.
We find our friends still standing
In a stalemate
At the pool.
Moriarty waits for them to make
The first move
He's no fool
~O~
The silence suddenly is broken
Raucous ringtone
'Staying Alive',
Consulting Criminal retreats
Heroic duo
Will survive
~O~
A plethora of boring cases
Aunties ashes
Been replaced
Missing files, live comic heroes
Blonde with speckles
On her face
~O~
Only case he cannot solve
In boot of car
A body's found
Should have flown to Germany
And died when airplane
Hit the ground
~O~
'Belly-button murders' finds him
Hiding face with
Borrowed hat
Sherlock now a net phenomenon
Though he never
Wanted that
~O~
Dominatrix makes her move
Picks up her phone
To start her plan
While in a field a sportsman turns and falls;
Car backfires,
One dead man.
~O~
One comes to seek the help of Sherlock
John goes quickly
To the scene
Investigation interrupted
Whisked to Palace
Meeting Queen?
~O~
Sherlock dressed in sheet alone with
John, sits giggling
At their state
Mycroft orders him to dress
Though keeping temper,
Still irate.
~O~
Dominatrix has some pictures of
The Queen's
Young relative
They want to keep from press the way
Young relative
Chooses to live
~O~
Back at home (with stolen ashtray)
Sherlock seeks
An apt disguise
Can find nothing in his wardrobe
In Mews another
Way he tries
~O~
'Hit me John' our hero orders
John just stands
Looks perplexed
'I always here that when you talk but
Usually it's
In subtext!'
~O~
In slapping John Sherlock unleashes
Angry soldier
So he says
'You're a doctor!' John just snarls and
Answers him 'I
Had bad days!'
~O~
Acting as a mugging victim
Vicar Sherlock
At her door
Little does he know that he is
Just the man
She's waited for.
~O~
Sherlock's clever, finds the hiding
Place of Irene's
Camera Phone
Loud commotion in the hallway
Warns him they
Are not alone
~O~
They heard her say the combination
Was in view right
Under his nose
They threaten John, Holmes senses trap
And shouts
Vatican Cameos
~O~
Quite quickly they disarm and knock out
Agents of the
CIA
While John's back is turned Irene drugs
Sherlock, then is
On her way
~O~
Back at home Sherlock recovers
Mycroft's angry,
Sherlock too
But puts the dominatrix from his mind
until their
Christmas 'do'
~O~
She has sent a text to Sherlock midway through
His rant
At Molly
Her phone is wrapped up on the mantle
There's reasoning
Behind her folly
~O~
Later on that night a bloodied body
Upon the slab
Lying cold
Will Sherlock ID her as Irene?
Mycroft waits
To be told
~O~
John's girlfriend leaves she does not see
This is a
danger night.
Poor John he is alone once more and
All for doing
What is right.
~O~
New Year's Eve and John is driven
From the flat by
Sherlock's mood
A beautiful girl, another black car, refusal
Now would be
So rude.
~O~
He thought the car was sent by Mycroft
But soon
In Battersea
He realises his mistake as Irene
Stands alive for
All to see
~O~
Neither was aware that Sherlock
Stood alone in
Shadows deep
She sent her text and then they heard
The text alert
Unique
~O~
Sherlock's return to Baker Street
Finds Mrs Hudson
Hostage
Disarms and throws the agent
From the window
In a rage
~O~
New year's come and gone and Sherlock
Home from Bart's
Discovers that
The lady once dead now arisen
Sleeping peaceful
In the flat
~O~
She would like the phoned returned but
Sherlock wants
Its secrets
Yet unknowingly he helps Moriarty
Identifies airline
And ticket
~O~
Irene tells Moriarty, he tells Mycroft
Mycroft fears
His plan undone
Brings Sherlock to show him the problem he causes
Irene Adler's
Plan is sprung
~O~
Alas though when she's close to Sherlock
Her eyes give
The game away
This unlocks the phone, thus keeping
Mycroft's wrath
At bay.
~O~
This should have been the end as hostile Arabs
Would have
Had her head
Sherlock saved her, leaving everyone
To believe
She's dead.