The Thought of a Clock

by Gallifrey Oliver

This is the poem that Clara Oswald briefly read to the dying 11th Doctor in the 2013 Christmas Special, The Time of the Doctor. I worked quickly and so hard to rhyme verses for the War, 12th, and 13th Doctors in order to celebrate 57 years of Doctor Who (I may update it for future regenerations)! Reviews are greatly appreciated! Anyway, my fellow Whovians and outside guests, enjoy!

Author's Note: Please don't attack me in the comments because of the Timeless Child. I also hate it, but RTD and Steven Moffat recently revealed that the Doctor's life cycle will end at the 45th regeneration (46th if you count the War Doctor). The 45th Doctor was Dr. Moon from The Silence in the Library, go search in Google, it's true! Anyway, enjoy!

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For one the journey had just begun

Old but young his time to come

But soon enough the clock struck two

The face must change the music must too

So two began

And played it cool

To some extent he was a fool

But time it waits

For no one now

The clock ticked on to three and how

A dandy time

Spent three in time

But the hour of four was soon to chime

The longest hour was spent at four

But soon enough the clock crept lower

The dance of four began to jive

Passing the floor from four to five

Five began with great aplomb

But time is like a ticking bomb

For five the times they went too fast

Soon six was blasting from the past

Six was fresh and played it well

But didn't hear the ringing bell

The chime that brought it to an end

Signalled seven to start it all again

Dear seven

He gave his all for what

The Time Lords time

It did just stop

The bell did toll

For eight once more

But not for long

In Gallifreyan lore

Like hands of ice

That were frozen in time

But the clock stopped ticking

Through the war

The long, long Time War

Which made the course of Gallifrey

Turn for the worse

But changed for the better

And redeemed himself for a better life

The clock thawed once more

And struck number nine

So short was the time

That the clock struck on nine

The adventures were cut short In space and time

But the clock carried on

With a tick and a tock

And soon it was striking

Upon ten o'clock

The tenth hour was long

With a rich honest glow

But tens time was up

He just didn't want to go

But time waits for no man

Old one or young

And ten became eleven

The final countdown begun

And now its time for one last bow

Like all your other selves

Elevens hour is over now

The clock is striking twelves

So in a flash

Eleven became twelve

He was old, yet strong

Menacing, yet forgiving

Spent thousands of years

Breaking the wall

But his time came

He refused to regenerate…

Twice

Yet he accepted his fate twice

He remembered to always be kind

Twelve passed the baton to thirteen

Brighter, curious, and caring

But thirteen was forever doomed

The grandparent of the Unearthly Child

Was the Timeless Child