A persona poem from the POV of Sherlock Holmes (the modern-day BBC version, because if I followed the books, I would feel the need to imitate the writing style), written for poetry class (w00t w00t!!). It delves a bit into his past (the bold bit is a flashback), as well as his personality and his bromance with John (FTW). I don't really like this poem (weirdest rhythm pattern I've ever used!), but you might, so here you go.
EDIT: Why do people seem to like this thing? I think it's shit, and I wrote it, so... Whatever. Glad you tasteless weirdos enjoy my crappy writing.. *don't wanna admit how touched I am*