Note: Hello! I realize there is an author's note on my story. I will try an add a new chapter. It's still in progress. So, in all that time, I will write a story about Doctor Who. In two days, we will see the Christmas special, where the 11th Doctor, Matt Smith, will regenerate into Peter Capaldi. We will miss Matt terribly as we miss every Doctor through the years and look forward to a new Doctor. I look forward to Peter Capaldi's performance as the 12th Doctor.
So, I wrote something in honor of Matt Smith and his portrayal of the Eleventh Doctor. A free-verse poem. No rhyme. Enjoy!
A Doctor unlike any other.
Trying to be cool, but he fails in the process.
He changed a girl's life forever.
And he married her daughter!
He loves fish fingers and custard.
He thinks bow-ties are cool.
He thinks fezes are cool.
He thinks a Stetson is cool, too.
He defended worlds, and protected those he love.
Amy, Rory, and River.
He said good-bye to them all.
He them befriended Clara.
She was an enigma, a mystery.
And his best friend.
Now, his song is ending.
At Trenzalore.
And the Silence will fall when the question is asked, hidden in plain sight.
Doctor who?