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.