A/N okay so I know these may be short, but I kind of have been channeling my favorite childhood author Doctor Suess for this story, though I know I pretty much suck at writing poems I decided to try my hand at it
Day Seven begins with the stomps of Cybermen, coming to gift a day of no upgrading. Not a soul will be assimilated, not a Cyberman born, in honor of the Time Lord, who's time comes to an end, the bring him the message in their slow Cybermen way, a message to say that this is his day.
On the seventh day of Christmas before Trenzalore, Seven Cybermen a stomping, six Gelth performing, FIVE SMALL SONTARANS! four gifting Daleks, three Angels weeping, two silents hiding, and the master alive for the day!
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