Thanks Davina and veecee. We need to find a coffee house to read all these wonderful offerings. Better yet let's get Benedict and Martin to read them

And another! This one is a limerick.

There was a young man of the cloth.
Who spoke a wee bit like a toff.
Miss Adler was nude.
Which could have been rude.
'Twas all from the mind of the Moff.

Ta-da!

These are all great!  Love the limericks and SP, your poem was fantastic.

I'll try to think of something soon.

Sentimental Pulse wrote:

Thanks Davina and veecee. We need to find a coffee house to read all these wonderful offerings. Better yet let's get Benedict and Martin to read them

OMG (my teenage impersonation), SP, I thought the same thing!

(Mollly, do you say OMG?)

There was a young lady called Molly,
Whose feelings for 'him' were just folly,
Working hard in the lab,
With the dead on the slab,
Molly the jolly trolley dolly.

There once was a DI Lestrade
Who relied on someone quite odd.
He and his partner solved crimes,
Together the best of times.
But was it all just a facade?

Come on the rest of you!

They really are of wondrous hue
Windows into the soul of you.

Maybe we should publish a little collection of Cumberbatch poetry  .

ON THE SIDE OF THE ANGELS

They are the shining folk
With wings a fluttering
Whisper in the right ear
Of those who are tempted
To fall from the right way
The bright way, the light way.
He says he is not one
Of you. The bright, light ones.
But when the time arrives
For sides to be chosen
He uses his angel
Wings to jump and to fly.