Hey guys! So this is just a poem I wrote in class. It briefly tells the story of each season of Doctor Who. Just wanted your thoughts on it. R&R! By the way, this includes spoilers and a promo for the next half of season seven, so beware!
P.S. In the middle of each verse, I'm going to put some sort of divider, so don't get confused! Oh, and I'm in a bit of a rush typing this, so there may be a couple punctuation errors here and there.
Seasons
We all have a story,
a song, or a chapter.
Some filled with sadness,
others with laughter
The Doctor's story
is a great one, you see
Come, let me tell you.
Come to the TARDIS with me.
/
In the first season
when Nine is about
Rose opens the TARDIS
then Ten comes out.
/
In season two,
with Daleks and ghosts,
this story makes
us all cry the most.
On Torchwood's fall,
the ghosts will attack.
Rose opens the void
and she won't come back.
/
In season three,
we meet Martha Jones,
and the Master appears
with his spherical drones.
The Doctor defeats him,
feeling some love and some hate.
but now the Master is dying,
"Oh, please! Regenerate!"
/
In season four
the Daleks are back.
Rose has returned,
and Captain Jack!
With Martha and Donna,
we had a whole team.
They wouldn't let
those Daleks be mean!
/
Season five comes
bearing Amy and Rory.
Their life with the Doctor
is an interesting story
And with a Big Bang
the universe dies.
The Doctor is dead
But we all know he lies!
/
At last season six,
the Doctor gets married.
And in his death bed
he prepares to be buried.
But there's still a question,
one that rings true.
that one little question is
guess what? "Doctor Who?"
/
Now we're to seven,
the cruelest of all.
Nobody rises,
but two must now fall.
In the big city,
comes the end of a story
for two well loved humans
named Amy and Rory.
/
You see now, how it is
for the life of a man,
one who can't die
when all his friends can.
Sure there are laughs and joy,
and that's great!
But along with that
comes regret, sorrow and hate.
And another great chapter
is soon to unfold,
One of a girl named Clara
is yet to be told.
So don't stop here,
run along on your own!
There's still much to be seen,
and so much to be shown.
/
~~Poem by Lindsey Cheesman~~
Pretty good, right? I'll leave that for you to decide. Thanks for reading!