‘Twas the night before Sherlock,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a cock;
The tissues were set by the TVs with care,
In hopes that life wrecking feels soon would be there;
The fandom was nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of coded men danced in their heads;
And Hudders in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a black London cab and driver quite queer,
In an immaculate suit both spotless and prim,
I knew in a moment he must be Dear Jim.
More rapid than tweets his lasers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, ‘Bastian, now AGRA, now Dyochenko, now Golem,
On, Chan! on, Hope! on, Sulejmani and Culverton!
To the top of the flat! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As the unworthy before the East Wind do fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So into the alleys the killers they flew
With the cab full of bombs, and St. Spider too—
And then, on the stairs, I heard rises and dips,
The creaking of steps and piping of pips;
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Moriarty came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Westwood, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with breadcrumbs and soot;
A bundle of apples he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a bookseller just opening his pack.
His tongue—how it slithered! his motions, how lizard!
His breath like a toad, his fingers tapped code!
His cruel little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the band of his pants peeked visibly yellow;
The wad of some gum he held tight in his teeth,
And the veil, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a slim face and eyes that were lead
That rolled when he laughed, like two dogs that were dead.
He was wily and lean, a right wicked elf,
And I tensed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A raise of his brow and a tilt of his head
Soon gave me to know I had much to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And stroked all the dust; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his pistol inside of his maw,
And giving a bow, unloosened his jaw;
He sprang to his phone, to his team gave a pun,
And away they all drove like the shot of a gun.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Sherlock to all, and to all a good night!”
And if I’m not there and I’m far away I said, don’t be afraid I said, don’t be afraid We’re going home
So the hearse ran out of gas, a passenger person grabbed a map And the driver inside it contrived a new route to save the path He checked his watch and grabbed a cab, a beautifully plain taxi cab A cab, had a cleared out back and two men started to unpack
Let me tell you about my trip to London. The most amazing experience of my life. I have always been someone who is a big fan of London, however have never been myself. For my fifteenth birthday i got a trip to London with mum and got to visit many of the main attractions such as, Big Ben, Buckingham palace, the tower bridge, tower of London, the London underground, Trafalgar square,oxford street and Leister square. I saw many London buses, Black taxis, The tube, Madam Tussaud’s and lots and lots of pigeons (LOL).
Id highly recommend a trip to London, especially if you have never been yourself. I can promise you that it will be amazing and a time you’ll never forget!!!