Sorry to break it to you, me and my family were sexy beasts

Old Seventh Grade Art

I dreamed a dream (BBC version)

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When the ponds weren't gone

And Sherlock Living

I dreamed that Arthur never died

I dreamed that Moffat was forgiving

But I was young and unafraid

But feels were made and felt and cried on

There was no Tumblr to be hailed

No ship unsailed, no blogs unfollowed

But the tv came at night

With their shows as cruel as Gatiss

As they tear your OTP apart

And they turn your feels to shame

And still I dream they will come true

That we will watch those shows and not cry

But there are ships that cannot be

And there are characters that will die

I had a dream those shows would be

So different from the bromance I am watching

So different from the slash I need

Now the BBC have killed

The dream I dreamed