Though the man was indeed sad,
He was no lad.
Knowing truth and knowing lies,
He resides in the skies.
Mysteries, fantasies, and dreams,
He keeps a careful eye on what we gleam.
But good can not exist without the presence of evil,
So come, Father Christmas, come Old Saint Nick.
Chrisrmas is here, and with it, the cheer,
Lurking in the shadows is what we fear.
The Snowman! The Snowman! May he come another day?
Come down from your hidden perch, save us from the fray.
One word is all she says.
Pond.
'O Doctor, O Doctor, can you not stay?'
'Nay, I can not stay, I have things to do and planets to save!
'Perhaps... You could come with me?'
Clara, Clara up into the skies.
Enter the magic blue box,
Remove his many locks,
That wrap around his hearts.
But some must die for memorirs to last,
Only the Doctor knows of the secrets in the past.
Died once, died twice,
Clara Oswin Oswald, who are you?
An impossible girl changes naughty to nice,
And with joy all the children shout "The Doctor is back!"
Only time will tell how this story ends,
But for now, this poem, is at its last bend.
Merry Christmas everyone! I thought The Snowman was a great episode, and I'm eager to see what else Moffat has planned for us Whovians.
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictieI am and always will be the σρтιмιsт, The нσρεя of far-flung нσρεs and ∂яεαмεя of ιмρяσвαвℓε ∂яεαмs. [The Almost People] Doctor Who Poetry celebrates the long-running British sci-fy show "Doctor Who" with a collection of fifty poems inspired by epi...
