They always ask him, you know
It's always the same
Like that "Nevermore" crow:
"Doctor who?" What is his name?
My thief will only conceal
His lips are completely sealed
And the universe is on its forever wheel:
"Doctor who?" Oh, Thief would never reveal
Author's Note:
This was a rhyming poem I had to do for homework on any subject. Of course, I did Doctor Who :) It's in the TARDIS's POV. ...And I just decided that since this week I'll be writing quite a few poems about Doctor Who, the poems are a count down to my Doctor Who story, The Girl Who Was Locked Up. 'Course, I'm still writing my novel The Illusion from NaNoWriMo, but that doesn't mean it'll get in the way. Anywho, that's all for now because I'm justing ranting and raving at this point. :P See you peeps later!
~Moss