The Mothership Sunny Morning Smiles by Matt Rabjohns

Dedicated to Jodie Whittaker.

You have brought us so many infectious sunny morning smiles

The kind of love and hope to last for miles and miles and miles

You have given us hours and hours of such great beauty

And our love for the timeless show has rocketed acutely

You have shone like the crescent moon in the midnight sky

Why some still hate you as Doctor I can’t figure out why

Your compassion and kindness woven into your incarnation

Is having the show touch hearts and that’s a great destination

Your friends too have stolen us and taken us away in the box

You’re all in my favourite book now and they all have locks

The aliens you’ve faced have held us thrilled and excited

The power of your performance girl, you should be knighted

You have shown how simply a good woman can be in the lead role

And you've put tears in our eyes and gladness in our soul

You have been such an inspiration, and you're so immense

Intricate series of wonder and beauty and fear and suspense

Not once could we have wished for any more from a ladette

You've become dear Doctor Thirteen, a titan we will never forget

You just made it look easy, like it was just the simplest task

That you stay for some while longer is all we fans now ask

So, we wait here in tense anticipation, for your sweet second series

I know questions for now abound, as do so many hopeful theories

But one thing we can know for sure, is with you in the lead

Jodie, we will only be even more in love with your Who indeed!!!

The Mothership In Celebration of Jon Pertwee's Centenary in July 2019.

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!!!

Articles Come Away, O human child! by W.B. Yeats

Come away, O human child!

By W.B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland

Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake

The drowsy water rats;

There we've hid our faery vats,

Full of berrys

And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand.

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes

From the hills above Glen-Car,

In pools among the rushes

That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout

And whispering in their ears

Give them unquiet dreams;

Leaning softly out

From ferns that drop their tears

Over the young streams.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,

The bright, but solemn eyed -

He'll hear no more the lowing

Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob

Sing peace into his breast,

Or see the brown mice bob

Round and round the oatmeal chest

For he comes, the human child

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand

From a world more full of weeping than he can understand

The poem was written in 1886 and was based on Irish legend concerning faeries beguiling a child to come away with them.

The Stolen Child is written by William Butler Yeats, and was published in 1889 in The Wanderings of Oisin and Other Poems

During the episode ‘Small Worlds’ only part of the poem was used, and seem to fit the faeries persona, to lure away the child to the safety of the faerie kingdom.