The Parting of the Ways

And now to my final rhyme
Which speaketh on matters Time,
Of Who Nine, oh so fine
Which taketh me in memory back to my prime-
When upon my father’s knee or behind yon settee
I would shieldeth my eyes
From that monstrous creation which scared me so.
Aliens, wobbly sets, comedic actors – and that quarry!
November 63 in black and white to Sylvester at tea.

And lo, to my final verse
Which thinketh on matters worse,
No Who Chris, most perverse
Which saddens me, remembering his portrait terse.
Yet upon my knee sits daughter ten who will agree
She has shieldeth her eyes,
And wept as Rose left, and smiled with me at Chris-
His loving, lonely, portrayal, thoughtful and manic.
Ta to Billy, Davies, Jack, writers and crew. Ta to Chris- fantastic!

A Doctor’s Lament as ol’ blue eyes would sing……

Dear Rose, the time is nigh
And so I drink the Tardis Vortex.
My sweet, away you’ll fly
From my nature, that which is complex!
I've lived a life that's full
I travelled through ev'ry galaxy
And more, more than thirteen, I did it my way.

Regrets, just one or two-
That I received less time, than your complexion.
I gave my best acting, to breathe new life, a resurrection
I planned for Doctor Nine, each crafted move, from my body,
And face, yes with my art- I did it my way.

But, those estates, where you did grow.
When your Mum, and Rick slowed down the show.
Rose-your success, was my downfall.
Much less of me, to set my stall
Acting writer’s words, I stood tall, to do it Rose’s way.

I've loved, I've gurned and tried
So well to fight, my share of aliens.
But now, as Daleks fade, I thank the Mill, effects so fine
For my ship, a new myth,
And my jacket, giving me a modern feel.
Clap, praise Chris for bringing me alive again.

For what is a Who, what do I have
To grab the kids, and fans so old?
I am unique, so moral too, crazy, scary, lonely, fantastic!
Chris brought me back, so very well, and did it HIS way!

Whaaa, ooooooh,diddley ee diddley ee.