ODE OF THE THIRD DOCTOR
By Matt Rabjohns
So, I am to be exiled to
one planet, Earth
A broken TARDIS for so
long being of no worth
Caged in and bitter, but
yet I must learn
To control my deep
resentment and the fires that burn
At least the planet is not
dull or boring
And strangely alien
attempts to conquer are not found snoring
Seldom a day of my
punishment goes by
Without me having to
defend humanity as evil will try
To clear this sphere of
all its useful life
So, it seems they need a
dashing hero to quell the strife
Autons and axons,
Silurians and Daemons come
And the Brigadier can be
so annoying, and then some
But oh, dear Lis Shaw and
then my wonderful Jo
They at least help the
days end with a smile to go
At least the lab as well
gives me time to tamper and tinker
Though the problems with
the chameleon circuit ain’t half a stinker
But I live in hope that
very soon, one day
Those bureaucratic oafs
the Time Lords will send a reprieve my way
And the secret of my ship
will be returned to me
And to roam time and space
again I'll be happy and free
But for now, stuck here I
will still do my best
To be here for when UNIT
are in trouble, and all the rest
And I may have some
relief, in the form of tussles with the Master
Sorry, have to go now,
Jo's ruined an experiment, oh blast her!!!
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