Author's note: Yes… yet another school assignment I had. I had inspiration to write this, for some reason. Please review.



Ode to the Tardis



Oh, how erratic his machine can be,

Though everywhere through time and space, she goes.

The Doctor controls her, to some degree,

Though often to places unknown, she flows.



Her interior is spacious, no doubt,

But the appearance outside is quite small.

And it is difficult to figure out

How this thing could ever exist at all.



The many buttons and levers she has

Are there for a myriad of uses.

They twinkle with lights and colors such as,

Green and blue, or whatever she chooses.



But her importance goes beyond all this:

Without her, the Doctor would feel amiss.