An extremely emotional Sherlock poem inspired by a post on tumblr

Nothing ever happened in my life. That is until I met Sherlock Holmes. This blog is to record my adventures with him.

The 221B Baker Street boys have a new case. A healthy dead body. No obvious suspects or motives. It seems to be the perfect murder. With Lestrade as baffled as always, it's up to Sherlock and John to crack the case, and maybe find time for making deductions about themselves.

John is devastated by his best friend and secret love, Sherlock's death. He copes by visiting his grave every day for sixty days. Will this be closure enough, or will John need more to know that Sherlock has heard his words?

Sherlock wants to teach John how to deduce. Just fluff!

A month ago, John saw his best friend, and modern day genius, jump off the top of St. Barts hospital. The reason of his suicided was unknow and baffled the country for a month. Finally the man with the answers is back, only to reveal a shocking fact, where is Moriarty?

Sherlock is bored as usual. He needs JAWN ACTION for...erm...SCIENCE! Yes. Anyway, I suck at descriptions so just read. Contains Johnlock and rated I don't know because I'm making it up as I go along. Maybe it will get porny ;)