Doctor Who Poetry...

Poem 17: Fezzes are Cool

I am the Doctor.

The almighty pick-locker.

The impatient, waiting seater.

The fish-fingers and custard eater.

I shimmy in my amazing bow-tie!

I never tell a lie.

Fezzes are cool.

River, you need to go back to school!

Don’t point that gun at me.

Let’s settle this over a cup of tea.

My fez died.

I tried not to cry.

But I tell I lie.

River, laughs in my TARDIS like a lodger.

I sulk and eat a jammy dodger.