My raggedy Doctor;
Bow ties, fezzes and stetsons,
Even a fedora or two!
Now everything is "cool."
You were the mad man
In a box,
Who I fell in love with.
From Gallifrey to Trenzalore,
From "Come along, Pond,"
To The Impossible Girl.
From the Angels to the Time Scar;
The Eleventh Hour;
And The Name of the Doctor;
The 50th now awaits;
And Christmas too.
So even though you've said goodbye,
I'm not ready to say adieu.
So allons-y!
Anywhere and everywhere,
One condition:
It has to be awesome.
Geronimo!
A/N: This is sort of my pre-50th anniversary and Christmas special goodbye to Matt Smith; the eleventh Doctor. He grew on me so quickly, despite my doubts after Tennant regenerated. Now my favorite Doctor, I will be sad to see him go; but as his Doctor has taught us: "everything has to end sometime - otherwise, nothing would ever get started."
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Doctor Who Poetry (Volume I)
FanfictionI am and always will be the σρтιмιsт, The нσρεя of far-flung нσρεs and ∂яεαмεя of ιмρяσвαвℓε ∂яεαмs. [The Almost People] Doctor Who Poetry celebrates the long-running British sci-fy show "Doctor Who" with a collection of fifty poems inspired by epi...
