The first 2 poems were sent to me by ConsultingProfiler so go check her profile out! All poems go to their respected authors; i'm rubbish at makig poems

Roses are red

violets are blue

of course you can date John

but i'm coming too
--

Moriarty sat on a wall

Sherlock Holmes had a great fall

All of lestrade's horses

And all Mycroft's men

Couldn't put Watson together again
--

This is just to say

i have placed

a head

inside of

the icebox

In which

you were probably

keeping your food

Forgive me

It's an experiment

It must

Be kept cold

-SH
--

He took the fall

(So we shall think)

a trick a ploy

Sherlocks not dead

his heart still beats

but what one must think

he jumped for friendship

he’s on the side of angels

but takes no claim

though I think anything

but an angel indeed

a best friend

In the end

A fallen angel

(We call him)

Don’t lose hope

Let me tell you this

A last miracle for you

His best friend indeed
--

Sweaty palms

Phone in hand

I hope John will understand

Look at me

Watch what i do

John, know i do it all for you

My last words

final goodbye

John can't see the tears i cry

My arms spread

your face drained

John, i heard you scream my name
--

Tick tock went the clock, we sat in utter dread. Tick tock went the clock we saw dear Sherlock dead. Tick tock went the clock, John watched him as he dived. But made a wish and look what's this? Dear Sherlock has survived.
--

Twinkle, twinkle, Watson’s star,

Hope I didn’t leave a scar.

I’m glad I got to be your friend,

But now it’s time I see my end…

Twinkle, twinkle, Watson’s star,

Sorry that I’ll go so far…

--

Who is this man here who notices all?

A flat is filled with his deepest of thought.

The darkness of clothes still can’t hide how tall

The power of deduction is not taught.

Alone for years as nobody did see

The magic of silence is so vital.

A war veteran his friend used to be

He’s the one and only of his title.

Consulting detective he calls himself

When many others may call him insane.

His only friend – an old skull on a shelf

Until another scared man joined the game

As life goes on the mysteries unfold.

The mysterious life of Sherlock Holmes.

--

I grab my coat,

My purple scarf too.

“Oh, it’s Christmas!”

I’ve got a case to do.

From a lady in pink,

To hounds from hell…

I faked my death;

John didn’t take it too well.

This new case is a tough one;

I’ll obviously figure it out.

A few notes on the violin

Will help clear any doubt.

How am I supposed to convince

The only person that cared

That I took the leap

So his life could be spared?

Maybe I’ll pop from a cake;

Make him get rid of that ‘stache.

I’ll have this case solved

In a flash.