I wrote this at two in the morning on an impulse, so I don't any feedback for this to be positive. Especially since I hardly ever write poems. So, final warning. What you're about to read is probably cringe worthy crap that should never be seen by anyone. "Why are you posting this on the Internet, then?" How about this, I have a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut up.
Roses are red.
Clara is dead.
The Doctor is feeling blue.
It's the moment come to dread we've dread.
Will it go to his head
Or will he honor her memory through and through?
Did he know all along
That this was the end of her song?
Was everything as it seemed?
Because something seemed wrong
All series long
With Clara's doom being a recurring theme.
Though something may be amiss
You must admit this
It was an amazing episode of Doctor Who.
And although you're all pissed
You must thank miss
Jenna Coleman, and Peter Capaldi, too.
They brought these characters to life
And though you may bear strife
Please thank Sarah Dollard as well.
She stabbed us with the feels like a knife
But it was unavoidable, like death's scythe
And we all knew this was Clara's death knell.
Feel free to throw rocks at me in the reviews. I probably deserve it. ...Just don't threaten my life. There's throwing rocks and then there's committing a crime. Know the difference.