Today
is National Poetry Day.
John loves poems
and I love John
So I thought I would find him
A poem.
I texted Mycroft for
Some ideas
And he said 'Write
A poem
Yourself
Idiot.
(Okay, he didn't say
Idiot.)
And I said I didn't know
How to write
A poem.
But he said I could write anything.
So I am.
Because John loves poems
And I love John.
And even if I can write
A poem
I don't think I can
Ever find the words
That will tell him how much
I love him.
57 comments:
I love it. And you. I think that's one of the sweetest things anyone's ever given me, thank you.
Well...you're one of the sweetest things that's ever happened to me. You can clutch it to your bosom when you miss me if you get called out ;)
It did feel better than copying and pasting one off the internet.
I might, especially if it's after two in the morning.
Ha. You'll be far too busy with bruised coppers of vomiting crims or something.
Thanks Mycroft, you're a star. ;)
You do have excellent ideas, Mycroft :)
L - think you're prepared to cope with Sherlock tonight?
umm...if one can ever be considered 'prepared'? I bought home a book called 'bloodstain pattern evidence - Objective Approaches and Case Application' for our bedtime reading... but no, I'll probably fall asleep and he'll have the house demolished or something.
I read that as "creative approaches"...I was really wondering what creative approaches one could take with bloodstain pattern analysis.
I think that's when you look at it and see a bat playing volleyball on a beach under a palm tree while an otter looks on in the pattern...
All of the reactions I have to that are soppy enough to contain words that you would probably prefer to not have said in your direction in a public forum, lestrade. :)
Ella
John did print it out, I saw him.
Ha, I don't mind people telling me I'm soppy - I wouldn't have posted it up if I'd been worried what you all thought of me.
Did he really? :)
I might've...
That's made me grin like a schoolboy who's had his first kiss ;)
I could say the same about the poem. Come over here and let me actually kiss you, because I've just had a call...got to go.
and there he goes, the Daring Doc, off into the night, while I hang onto Sherlock with all my might as he tries to follow...
I told him he'd just be bored, but he never believes me.
We had fake skin and fake blood at Brownies tonight - I started to drip all over the place. Frightened a few mums when they came to collect their daughters!
For someone who "can't write poems" that was very lovely. And I even understood it, which is rare with me with poems.
John I have to go to bed Lestrade says but we maybe found you a place to go and stay and I do want to go but Lestrade said maybe we could all go in the summer or something and but it's soon and I have to go now night night please call if you can and you're not too busy night
give me five minutes, I'll call
for those of you reading at home, that's what happens when you tell Sherlock he can write one quick message - and if John were actually here, you'd have him speaking at about a million words a minute...
Danger - he's just doing his teeth, with no prospect, it seems, of sleeping. And I forgot it was Thursday not Friday, hence the late bedtime...
night shift workers are allowed to get days mixed up its in the rule book Greg ;-)
Sleep well Sherlock :-)
I'd say you can definitely wrote poetry, L!
And I'm curious to know about the place you and Sherlock found...
Err..beause Sherlock decided I didn't need to speak to you, and hung up before i did... you think you might be free next week, Mon-Fri for our honeymoon? Doesn't matter if not. There's just a place that's had a cancellation, looks pretty nice. I can work it so I'm off.
I think I would definitely be free :)
Great! It's just a lodge. With a proper kitchen, sitting room etc. deck, if the weather is nice enough to sit out. And a hot tub.
And it's near a cycling place, which Sherlock has very seriously told me we HAVE to check out if we go, so he can go in the future. (Should maybe do that on the day we arrive...not sure I'll want to be cycling anywhere after then;) )
work going okay?
You guys are just amazing. What a lovely poem, Greg, and John printing it to keep with him is fabulous. You're just the best, you totally deserve each other. :)
The lodge sounds brilliant, just what you need to relax together. I hope you manage to wangle the time off to make it work, it'll be just wonderful. (Did I manage to squeeze enough superlatives in there).
Hope you're not kept out all night, John.
L - yeah, mostly. I was going to say I'm on my way home but I've got another call, sorry :(
Ah, didn't even see, I was playing guitar.
Don't worry, not your fault! Give us a text when you're on the way back and you'll get a hot cup of tea. Or possibly a warm bed. Or if you're really lucky, both ;)
Mm. I love coming home to you.
Love you coming home.
Think I promised Sherlock there could be blood spatter experiments at the weekend. And suddenly my brain has realised doctors probably don't actually ever need fake blood, so I don't know why I might have assumed you'd have any. We can make some tomrrow.
On my way home at last. No fake blood sorry. Fair amount of real stuff tonight though.
The poem is lovely.
Fake blood, probably not so much. Can't you use something similar, but with less staining power? I was digging out Halloween decorations for the library and we've got things that are still showing the effects of last year's over-enthusiasm.
John, I hope you can get some sleep and don't get called out again tonight. You'll need to rest up for the honeymoon!
That is such a lovely poem! You guys are so sweet.
I hope you all get some rest tonight, and that the time for the honeymoon works out.
Right, one Sherlock deposited at school.
Now going to pop to the shops before going home and cooking up a nice breakfast for the sleeping Doc :)
I hope the Doc enjoyed his breakfast and that you're having a nice day :-)
We did.
RSF - I presumed we'd just make it ourselves, so we can control it's 'staying power' depending what we make it with.
RSF - our fake blood was just treacle and red food colouring and I have no marks left, despite having it running down my hand.
I've heard of making fake blood using dishwashing liquid and red food coloring. Never done it myself, but I think that was what was used for a production of Julius Caesar that I thankfully did not have to make costumes for or run wardrobe. Or maybe it was dishwashing liquid plus karo syrup (what you call treacle, I think) plus food coloring...
S
Haven't had time to make any yet - been checking the bikes over, cleaning, adjusting, teaching John which bits to sort himself vs. which bits to leave to a mechanic. Glorious day sitting in the gutter covered in oil :)
It's a good look on you.
Sounds a perfect kind of day, glad you enjoyed yourselves. :) Did Sherlock join in after school or had you finished by then. Enjoy your evening.
We decided to do it pre-return of the Sherlock.
Otherwise I fear all the pieces that came out of the bike may not have gone back in it. And it is slightly harder to do maintenance when there's a small boy pretending to ride it. (SO I had to ask John to get off) ;)
Intrepid, you are... :D
Wouldn't fancy being in your shoes for the rest of the evening... ;)
Don't come running to us for sympathy when you've been hit with the full force of a Nanny glare.
I can't help but live dangerously.
He hasn't noticed yet. If you don't hear from me again get the dogs to try and find my body for Sherlock ;)
Sometimes I think he does it on purpose and that glaring at him is just giving him what he wants...
Ohh..is he rising above it? ...Well...peering over the top of it on tip-toes, anyway...
(actually running now)
As well you should be!
I'm guessing that a dirty, oiled, Lestrade gets a bit more leeway than the the squeaky clean version ;-p
Nameless - I am squeaky clean now. Had to wash off all that icky BMW dirt. Yuck. ;)
And you're being mean to my bike?
Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, Danger...
Never mind Doc. He's clearly suffering from Eurobike envy. OK a BMW isn't Italian and so I have no idea why he's not envying proper bikes but hey.. got to start somewhere!
But my bike's European too... just better than his ;)
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