Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)

Big Friendly Button (Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS)

Relationships and good impressions,

It's all good to have,

So lower her shields, put her on "basic,"

Not because she's a girl, though.

The salvage is spotted, a good ship to have,

Something has begun, a remote rolls on board,

And on Clara's palm, appears three words,

Because isn't there a big friendly button to fix this all?

Out in the blue, three men are here,

Open her doors, see what's inside,

But the Doctor's here, so let him through,

Clara's still inside, missing and in danger.

So open the doors, to the salvage of the life time,

It's bigger on the inside, and much, much more,

Infinity is the size, impossibly big.

So help him now, you have a hour.

Now only half, you've made him mad,

Don't trust him, because you never enter a mad man's box,

Didn't anyone ever teach you that?

Self-destruct the TARDIS, because he meant Clara.

Tick tock goes the clock,

Splitting there they go,

While Clara finds his crib,

And a monster in the gloom.

But behind this door is everything,

A machine to make more machines,

Take her circuit, and let the game begin!

A giant maze you've created.

You won't like this answer; the monster is right behind us,

Now one's dead, and running they go,

While Clara passes the pool, and into the library she goes,

History of the Time War, a name to never know.

Find yourself in the console room,

No way out, no way back,

An echo everywhere.

She let it in, so save her, Doctor.

Pull her out of the light switch,

Receiving a punch in return,

Good men don't have zombies,

And it was all a ruse, no exploision today.

Except the proper trouble that's come your way.

The engines are exploding, to the centre we go!

The past is leaking, and the rods are breaking,

Tricky was never an android, it was to relieve boredom.

A scrap of decency is all he has left,

So cut the metal, and find the power source,

The Eye of Harmony will melt your flesh,

So be careful where you step.

It isn't just the past, but the future, too,

Interupt the time line, 'cause the monsters are coming,

Clara's burning, and he's a sad man again.

Had a plan, escaped today, to the engine room!

He met her thrice;

Yet she's just Clara,

Not a trick nor a trap,

So hug her tight.

Sexy's snarling, a wounded heart,

She never liked Clara, and here she was,

Jump, we'll make it through,

And enter the very centre.

Here we are, no hope once more.

She's always there for him, but he can't help her.

Clara holds the key, with human skin,

Finding music, the time rift awaits.

A whole lot of screaming,

And gone is the time they shared,

His name, how Clara died,

All was erased.

By the Big Friendly Button, thrown into the past,

But are you scared,

On a scale 1 to 10?

Because, anything can happen if you run away,

With a mad man in a box.