Ode To Bbc Sherlock
Sherlock is at home bored.
Quick John, hide the gun or he’ll shoot the wall
’cause if you don’t….the wall’s got it coming.
I am Sherlock-Bloody-Holmes
And I am sometimes bored.
I only take on exciting cases
In the fridge experiments are stored.
My big brother Mycroft
I sometimes call “the queen”
Is the British Government
And hardly ever seen
I had to fake my death
To save all I know
I present myself to Watson
The whole restaurant got a show
He ends up punching me three times
Which wasn’t fun
Uh-oh, Moriarty’s here
Bloody heck! I’ve got no gun
My parents are ordinary
It’s a cross I have to bear
When Watson drops his jaw
I give him a good glare
Sometimes I don’t talk for hours on end
People don’t like me
that’s ok, I’ve one good friend
I also play the violin
and Dr. Watson's my best friend!
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