The doctor in his wonderful ship,
Sees planets and civilizations galore
In his mystical box you can take a trip
And take his universal tour
He is like fire and ice and rage
Saving planets and people, many
He regenerates, he does not age
His brilliant mind makes him uncanny
He daleks, sontarans, and cybermen
They fight him, but fear him too
For we know he'll win again
He'll save the earth for me and you
I wish that I could fly with him
But he is gone without a trace
I know that he's out there somewhere
Travelling through time and space
YOU ARE READING
Doctor Who
PoetryIt's a bunch of wibbely wobbly timey wimey stuff None of this is mine btw if one or two are mine I will tell you. ; >
