Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)

Check Mate (Nightmare in Silver)

Artie and Angie, stay here, don't move around!

There's nothing to be worried of, just don't make a sound,

I'm collecting funny bugs,

After a game of chess, with the last of the Cybermen,

Oh, but now look who ran off!

"We're on the moon,"

But we're not!

Spacey Zumba fun ride,

And a golden ticket,

No guns are necessary.

Keep the planet safe,

Clocks, 'cause you're in charge,

Don't blow up the planet,

Stay a night, in the comical castle,

The Doctor's looking for bugs,

But don't you worry, because he's found the kids.

He's been upgraded,

He's now compatible,

The Cyber plan is nearly complete,

Come, boys and girls, gather around,

Amazing!

I'm a million billions time more clever!

Not a human brain,

I shall call myself; Mr. Clever!

Get out of my head! 

Never!

Clara - Why's she so important?

Ah, a mental block...  

What did you say-

Wait, no, I know what you said,

Why not?

Let's play a game of chess.

He ran away,

To try to be normal,

And they have a stick,

A big black trigger to implode the planet.

I could regenerate.

Blow you out of my head,

But I won't,

Because I don't want to.

Why, we're perfectly balanced.

To decide our fate, a board game,

If I win, I get your memories,

And if I lose,

If you lose you give me the children back,

You get out of my head,

And you leave.

But games don't go that way.

 Oh the game they played,

A tatical and strategic game of chess,

One took a turn,

And then, the next.

Oh, sloppy moves and no clear pattern,

You're sure to be upgraded!

Why waste time,

When you've obviously lost?

Don't lecture me on a game,

That my people invented.

You have one flaw in your design,

A gold ticket to put you back off line.

Clara, do you think me beautiful?

You are quite pretty,

So, answer me, 

Do you love me?

But Clara isn't fooled,

The Doctor isn't true,

It's just the monster

Inside his head.

Check mate, Doctor,

I'm afraid not,

For you see,

I can win in just three moves.

Move one, two and three,

But beware: They're coming!

You're nose is to long,

And you're too bossy,

So no, Clara, I don't think you're pretty.

The leader of galaxies wants to marry you,

Would you like my advice, Clara?

The funny bugs are gone,

Everything's fine,

The Cyber men are gone.

 

A/N:

This is my poem for A Nightmare in Silver. It took awhile to figure out as I wanted to show the different personalities. Basically, the normal text is the Doctor, the bold text is the Cyber monster in the Doctor's head, and the italics are just normal text, the narrator, so to speak.

Dedicated to Nonja18 for the new amazing cover she made!