The Doctor: A Sonnet
Forever shall the TARDIS, blue, travel throughout
whole of space and time. Not a paradox
Nor interference ever bought about.
For there inside,
a madman in the box.
Lonely the man and the TARDIS evermore.
Companions snatched from the Doctors grasp
Even though forever,
always he swore.
Time will take them no matter the handclasp.
Still the Doctor remains a friend
ever to those on earth, future and past.
For the Doctors life will not know an end
So to his memories he shall hold fast.
Brilliant is the TARDIS and man
Who travel broken hearted, yet sanguine.