Title: Four Seasons in Limerick
Fandom: Sherlock
Challenge: Pool
Rating: G
Length: 9 stanzas of limerick; 269 words
Summary: Sherlock. Limericks. Sadly enough, not dirty ones.
A/N: Yes this started with 'pool'. I wrote one limerick, then I thought 'is that really finished?' and it all snowballed.  Why do I do these things to myself, why? Is this honestly my idea of fun? AND WHY DO I WRITE SILLY LIMERICKS AND GET ANGST!?!!:! THIS SHOW!


There was once a consulting detective
Who considered his heart was defective
‘Till the thing at the pool
(He felt oh such a fool)
When he found it was fine, just selective

So he went to his brother, protective
(The government, though un-elective)
Who agreed to a plan
To assist his kinsman
By revealing a full retrospective

The tales that he told were effective
Scotland Yard would remain unobjective
Sherlock lied and he fell
Spoke his final farewell
Leaving friends to their faith irrespective

So went on the lone, undead detective
Breaking down the web interconnective
Though he hoped to go home
He had far left to roam
So he really felt rather dejective

When he rose John was quite unreceptive
And inclined at first to be rejective
But he found him a case
Made his blood start to race
Putting things into proper perspective

Of course John had a bride still prospective
To whom he would not be disrespective
Sherlock vowed not to pout
Though he still pointed out
They’d missed out on their last contraceptive

He found his goddaughter affective
His heart ever more extrospective
And although Sherlock tried
Her mother, she died
When his vow to her proved ineffective

John’s response was in hurling invective
And worse, for his guilt was deflective
But his friend he would save
For the risk was his grave
And they’re better when they’re a collective

Behind all was his sister’s directive
And the ‘glass’ was, of course, non-reflective
Yet his love saved the day
Overcame a child’s play
That great heart was the final objective.