Here's a poem dedicated to Eleven...I shall miss my Raggedy Man:'(
The clock was striking twelve and The Doctor's time was coming to an end, all he needed now was to say his goodbyes to his beloved friends. He whisked away to his blue box, turn on the noises and switches with care, so with a twist of the bowtie and tug on his coat the Doctor was off towards the sky. All alone was the Doctor again, not a companion was stirring not one in a bunk bed, it was all up to him to get things right, to keep his friends alive and out of fright. But the only companion who always kept in his hearts was Miss Clara Oswin Oswald; she had nice small and brains of a scientist, but seeing her go would be so sad.
"Doctor, where ever are we going?" Clara asked in confusion as she held on tight. The Doctor had no answer or explanation at hand, so he ignored her completely till their journey ends. So the TARDIS spun in the sky crazy and wild when suddenly the blue box hit the ground; The Doctor and Clara left the box and walked together one last time so she could remember what he looked like. "Doctor, what is the matter?" Clara asked staring into his eyes. The Doctor smiled a big smile and sat down on a bench and began to explain why such a trip; he began with his life span he had for several years thus brought him to why they were there. "So you see dear Clara I'm leaving soon, and I need you to know how much I love you" he said with a smile and tear down his cheek.
Clara hugged The Doctor so tight that he felt her love right back; both sat there for a while in silence till it was time. He stood up from the bench and walked to his box, taking off his bowtie and dropping on his way; it had come to his time to leave Clara, but she followed behind to see who he'll be. "Please don't go!" Clara shouted in fear. But it was too late a new Doctor appeared; he seemed older and wrinkly than Eleven was, plus a bit confused as to where he was. "New kidneys!" The Doctor shouted in glee. Then he saw Clara and forgot how to breathe; poor Doctor new places and new people he needed a break from all these things, but alas the box was falling at a great pace.
Up in the space so covered with stars The Doctor and Clara did not know what to do; Clara was sad that her bowtie man left her, but now she was stuck with this old man alone. "Now what Doctor!" Clara shouted. The Doctor still new to his body, felt around the console without a clue; he didn't know how to fly such thing so he stood lost falling out of space. "Don't worry I'll remember to fly...as soon as I learn to try" The Doctor smiled. So the two were stuck in the falling box, trying to fly back into the space, but it was so weird having a new Doctor now that speak to him was too odd . But not to worry my good friends because next year you'll know how it ends, so please wait when Moffat makes it right till then good day and good night.