I do not own, nor do I profit from. Thank you Verity for your help. :)

Sherlock sat on the sofa scrutinizing a Saturday sunrise. Sulking in his slick suit he speculated on the verbal skirmish his 'sidekick' and he had struggled through, the sunset before. The stupid solar system had suppressed John's sound sense and substituted silly stupidity. Senseless speech from Sherlock caused the former surgeon to storm from their shared sanctuary and scurry to simpering Sarah's shelter.

Sighing, Sherlock stared at the shot smile on the wall surface. He had a sneaking suspicion he should subject himself to John's spiel on the solar system to restore sane stability. Perhaps the sermon might be surrendered in sonnet form? Sherlock switched on his phone to summon John, and smiled.