It's not a leaf, she says,
But a new page.
For times unseen, and places unknown,
Come back tomorrow, and perhaps I'll say yes.
Doctor? Doctor who?
Say it again,
Doctor Who?
Spoonheads and wi-fi,
The internet has died,
Taking in souls,
Leaving behind bodies,
Doctor, Doctor, save me now!
Where am I, now?
Invent the quadricycle,
And have a chat over tea,
Go inside his snogging box,
Go inside the little big blue box!
Let us go, Oswin, see the world with me!
The bells of Saint John are ringing,
And the Doctor is not a monk,
Because, after all, monks are uncool!
Keep the book for places to go,
And inside lies a maple leaf,
No, not a leaf,
But a white blank page,
A brand new adventure,
On a brand new page!
Tribute to The Bells of St. John, which I thought was amazing, and a great way to introduce Clara Oswin Oswald as the new companion.
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictionI 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...
