As I have just arrived from 1599, I give you this note of adoration in verse:
I have two true friends, so strong and quite sure
Running for dear life with me ev'ry day
So many dangers there are we endure
Though I never fear that from me you'll stray
Only today t'was the witches we fought
Evil and cackling, with hair just like wires
Their treacherous crafts have brought them to naught
Together we'd turn and bolt from the liars
You're sturdy and strong, and ever so brave
(What evil hath brought iambic pentameter?)
Running from villains, and thieves and the knaves
Never let me down, not once nor ever.
There's tea to be had; I've grown rather bored
Here's the Ode to my shoes, belov'd of a Timelord.
I never claimed to be a poet. I'm a nomad, not a wordsmith. That's all. Ta!
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 150