Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 14:30:23 GMT
OK, I'll have another go . . .
Doctor Who and the Impossible Sonnet
Doctor Who and Clara were a-lying like star-crossed lovers in the hay
When Doctor Who asked Clara: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Clara stretched herself out on that lovely August eve
And said, "Oh my darling Doc, you do wear your heart on your sleeve!"
"There's the rub," said Doctor Who. "Please apply it to my back.
"Come what, come may, I'll nevermore be drawn to Amy's crack."
All of a sudden, those salad days were ruined by the Doc's sex addiction
With bated breath, neither here nor there, it spoiled his spotless reputation.
"Give the devil his due," thought Clara. "He's neither here nor there.
"Our wild goose chase is too much of a good thing. And besides, he has funny hair."
"Such stuff as dreams are made on," thought the Doc with a hint of sadness.
"The world's mine oyster. The naked truth is there's method in my madness."
"He has a heart of gold - or two in fact," said Clara, having a think.
"I'd best lie low. It's a foregone conclusion that I'll have not slept one wink."
"I'll send him packing," said lily-livered Clara. And giving a swagger, the Doc showed he didn't care
And with that the TARDIS swept the Time Lord away to vanish into thin air.
"Once more unto the breach, once more" he cried. "And thereby hangs a tale."
"Good riddance to the green-eyed monster. So why do I feel so frail?
"She's as merry as the day is long. As pure as the driven snow.
"Frailty, thy name is woman. And that's why I have to go."
The milk of human kindness caused Clara's tears to swell.
"More fool you," she thought. "Love is blind. Yet all's well that ends well."