I don't know where I'm going;
I don't know where I'm staying,
Always running, never stopping.
Time flies and slows to a halt,
In the big blue box.
Smaller on the outside,
Bigger on the inside,
Whichever you prefer,
As long as it travels
Through time and space.
Sexy, is her name.
Bright blue and wooden,
A broken Chameleon Circuit,
The culprit behind
It's never-changing guise.
She always takes him where he needs to go,
But not always where he wants to.
Anywhere at all,
Anytime in the world.
The mad man and his box.
Bright blue police box,
Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,
The Doctor borrowed her,
And she stole him.
Something old,
Something new,
Something borrowed,
Something blue,
Something so true.
Blue box,
Look for it in the stars,
For there's a mad man inside,
With stories to tell,
And places to see.
YOU ARE READING
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...
