A/N: I started watching Doctor Who 30 years ago, and I wrote this poem sometime in the mid '90s. It was inspired by studying The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and the poet Robert Service. I won't claim it's as good as those. ;o) The 7th Doctor and Ace will always be my Tardis team. Happy Doctor Who day - thanks for reading!
A Doctor Who Poem
A weird grinding sound fills the air
And the bad guys cry in despair
"We were winning!" they say
And then run away
As a blue box appears from nowhere
Out steps a grumpy old man
Who then grins and holds up a hand
"Fear not, it is I!"
Then lets out a sigh
For no villains are there to can.
So now he goes on a search
For those who left him in lurch
He's followed by friends
And they turn many bends
And the trail leads them to a church.
And a minister, he is there
He's singing hymns, au contraire!
He is way out of tune
As he sings "Claire de Lune"
And the Doctor sits down in a chair.
"Can you tell me the place and the year?
I'm afraid there are monsters quite near.
I save planets you see
And usually
The people I help are quite dear."
The minister stops where he was
And there is an obvious buzz
"Earth, '63
Now hurry quickly"
Through the window flies some fuzz.
The fuzz is not what it seems
And as it transforms, it beams
"Ha ha Ha, it is me!"
Then it turns into a tree
"Pour water on me and I'll scream"
So the Doctor pulls from his coat
A small vial of stuff from a moat
On the tree it breaks
Tree transforms then quakes
"Ha Ha, fooled you. I'm a boat!"
"Some help I need from Ace.
Who keeps things from leading chase"
"Sure thing, Prof."
A small can she lofts
An explosion with lots of bass
The monster is not prepared
And bits of himself he shares
The Doctor sheds tears
Ace stands quite near
They all show that they cared.
"Ace, another planet is saved"
Says the Doctor with hand upraised
"We must go now real soon.
Continue 'Claire de Lune'"
Then they leave in a daze.
Now the story is done
Another victory is won
The Doctor is sad
At the same time he's glad.
And sometimes it's actually fun.