He comes and he goes, to and fro,
With his magical box.
The blue tint that fades in and out,
Sneaky like a small fox.
The Doctor, with his suit and tie,
Always here and everywhere
His technique with his little tool
Shining its light, beware!!
Daleks, Cybermen, and Ood
all beware the infamous man.
They flee with fright and weaponry,
But weak against his clan.
They travel back and forth in time,
Fighting many a foe.
There are none that use their guns,
but only screwdrivers. Whoa.
There are more than just the Doctor,
Companions come and go.
They love the Doctor with all parts,
But really no homo.
Rose was first, with her long blonde hair,
She's in Dimension 2.
Martha was right after the first.
She became a plant and grew.
Captain Jack was one stubborn man.
Doing the Doctor's work.
He can't die and move on with life,
And neither will he twerk.
Then some baddies came down and won,
The Tennant was no more.
The next one prefers some custard,
And Smith now takes the oar.
YOU ARE READING
TARDIS
PoetryThis was a poem that I was supposed to do for English. Great way to start this off, right?? A fan fiction?? Yeah, I know: LAME!! But whatever. I liked it, and I thought I'd share it with the Internet.
