A Time Lord was born, on the planet of Gallifrey.
Looked into the time vortex, and did not turn mad,
He does so much good, and that we are glad.
In a time capsule borrowed, he went on his way,
The tardis and the doctor, all time and space today.
The tardis is the capsule. it’s best part it plays,
But the circuit stays stuck, so police box it stays.
His dress sense is odd, from scarf to bow tie,
And he can so regenerate, should time come to die.
So clever and so old, so many faces we seen,
Through all of time travelled, and places Doctor has been.
Through all of his travels, so many words now said,
A question of Jelly babies? still sticks in my head.
No matter what the face, we know when to run,
When the Doctors is around, the adven-ture has begun.
The name he has chosen, to be and live by,
A healer of a sort, and that is but why.
Other names he may use, but birth name in cloud,
For the silence will fall, if it’s said out loud.
But what of the companions, all there till the end,
Some never make it home, we won't try to pretend.
They help at right time, or go get themselves caught,
But the doctor needs them, thats what we are taught.
So with enemies of daleks, and the recurring cybermen,
The master in the shadows, to attack don't know when.
But always we will watch, the doctor we all know,
And in Twenty thir-teen, fifty years of the show.
©2013 Craig Wadner