So I've realized that I'm really moving quite slowly, and I apologize for that. It's easy to have a lot of filler when you're rhyming. I promise to make more things happen in future parts!
"Alright let's go through the list shall we?
Hair, perfect…although I should shave this goatee.
Spawning facial hair. Well, that's something new
Ooh, fingers! Ten. Good. And legs! I've got those too.
Hearts? Beating. A bit fast. But then again I just died…
Cheeks are…a bit chubby. This face is a tad bit wide
But I've had worse I suppose. Oh dear, my eyes are too far apart.
New depth perception. And new teeth. I suppose I should start-
…
Sorry. Mind lapse. That's odd. I should never stop rambling
Once I've started going on like an addict of gambling
And that was a HORRIBLE simile. And maybe I should stop talking
To myself, but I wont, because I need to test whether this rocking
And rolling of soundings and crowdings of wonderful words will
Influence how I can think on the spot. So I'll blather until
I can figure this out. Yes, ok, let me try
And break up the meter. I don't like thinking my
Thoughts will be caught by the words that I know.
Then again, I can pretty much rhyme anything I want, like so:
Orange and silver and purple and month
Door hinges pilfer the curb all to Dunth.
Engine, vacuum, fugue and twelfth
Ancient hacks you Dukes of Gelth
And so on and so on, this really isn't tough,
But I think the English language's been defied enough.
So I seem to be thinking at capacity and- oh dear,
It seems as if I've snapped into a regular meter
Again. It's so natural, so I'm not sure whether
That's the IDMF tying me to a tether
Or if I'm just a brilliant poet. You know, this is
Starting to get kinda fun. I should try more of this
When I get back to my own dimension.
And that…would be problem number one.
If I go back in the TARDIS it will try to rewrite
my brain again. And to my horror and fright
I fear that may kill me yet another time
So I suppose I'll need to keep these rhymes
Around long enough for me to figure out
A way to nullify this bizzare couplet clout
In my head…but first I'll need some tech.
I wonder if I can find anything out in this wreck
Of a planet. It looks positively radioactive
With all these pastel colours…although it is somewhat attractive.
The moose here…are purple now. Purple is cool!
…And I'm still talking to myself like a fool.
Alright, second order of business is to find a reverse mental field graft-hardener
The first order of course is to find a new partner.