Hey! I'm not dead! That's good, right? I realize I haven't updated since like, summer, was it? Yeah, sorry about that. But I've recently been introduced (that is, a few months ago, I think) to this TV show called Doctor Who. I'm not sure if any of you are familiar with it, but, if you have Netflix, GO WATCH IT. I plan on updating the Tangled things I have, maybe add some Once Upon A Time drabbles, and some more Doctor Who stuff. I know for sure I'll be posting a Doctor Who one shot I recently did.

Those waiting on A Tangled Quest: I think it's safe to say as of right now, that's on a haitus. That is what it's called when it won't be updated for a while, right? Anyways, I have no intentions on canceling it. That would just make me feel bad with the recent story alerts I've gotten, but nothing productive has happened in it lately.

Now, I don't usually write poems, so this is a new thing for me. Don't get to rough on me, okay? This all came to be because me and my friend do this thing where we give each other random words and write drabbles that center around that word, but I thought, ah, what the heck, I'll do a poem, and I'll make it Doctor Who!

So, yes, here is: When Companions Come and Go.

Don't criticize my poor title. I'll let you get reading.


When Companions Come and Go

A Doctor Who poem

There once was a man called the Doctor,

He traveled in a 'little blue box',

He was quite an odd fellow,

Sometimes surprisingly mellow,

And once declared bowties do rock,

But you see his life was surprisingly lonely,

Without a companion by his side,

And while all were quite lovely,

There was one thing he couldn't hide,

That when each of them came to their end,

No matter how solemn,

There was Donna and Martha,

And Rose, she was there too,

Then both of the Ponds,

Amy and Rory, that is,

All were companions in the time traveling biz,

But when he thought of his friends who were no longer around,

He would straighten his collar,

Say there wasn't a bother,

And into the TARDIS he'd bound,

But if you knew him you knew,

You know through and through,

The Doctor will lie,

Sometimes with a sigh,

And the emotion he feels,

Yes, it's quite real,

The bitterness of losing a friend,

But he knows another's around the bend,

And they'll travel through time,

And they'll travel through space,

And the thrill of it all will make your heart race,

So he knows and holds out,

Because nothing happens when you pout,

And off they will go, leaving no trace.


Okay, that's it. I think it came out rather well, for my first DW poem (and my second real poem ever) so I think I'm sorta proud of it.

Anyway, there's a lovely little button below that will allow you to review this peice of work. Try clicking on it sometime. It says it's lonely.