You guys must hate me I'm so sorry for the huge delay! I offer you my own extension on the little rhyme for Silent Night the Doctor Who Christmas special.
AGED IN THIS POEM IS PRONOUNCED AGE ED...SHAKESPEAREAN STUFF
And now it's time for one last bow,
Like all your other selves.
Elevens hour's over now,
The clock is striking twelve.
The time has come for a new face,
You young but aged mad.
The day is dawning and on you race,
To new and distant lands.
And at the fields they are laid to sleep,
In their battle graves.
All fought and died for you to keep,
Being the hero that always saves.
The threat that haunts you is no more,
We've made sure it's so.
The price of death at Trenzalor,
Is the burden you must know.
And the eleventh life is ending,
As you struggle on the field.
The Time Lord's body mending,
The time has come for you to kneel.
The weary man is fading fast,
He almost is no more.
Soon to be a part of his past,
He dies at Trenzalor.