The Eleventh Face of a Time Lord

(From the Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 319)
Okay, I got really nerdy with this one, but it was fun. It took me a while to warm up to Matt Smith as the Doctor, but now I miss his boyish energy.

A glance out the window by a young Scot girl
Saw a blue box land with a twist and a twirl.
A raggedy man with new face, quite flustered.
Didn’t like apples, but rather fish custard.
“Bow ties are cool! So’s my fez, don’t you see?”
“You must trust me, Amy, don’t quibble with me.”
A woman called River appears in his life.
Up a creek with no paddle, now she’s his wife.
Who needs a wrench when the screwdriver’s sonic?
He’s seen too much war, to help now his tonic.
Enemies half-robot throughout time and space,
But there for a while they don’t know his face,
Short metal soldiers knowing nothing but hate.
Goodbye Raggedy Doctor! Regenerate!


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