Twelve Doctor’s from Gallifrey

Twelve Doctor’s From Gallifrey

Twelve Doctor’s from Gallifrey,
Came from a planet,
So far away,
One stole a ship,
And flew away,
Didn’t come back for another day.
Two went around,
Like he owned the place,
Knew so very little,
And changed his face.
Three had a coat, 
So perfect and clean,
Did not care,
And changed to be seen.
Four had some hair,
Curly and big,
His scarf made of colours,
And feared to be rigged.
Five wore a blazer,
All settled in gold,
His sat down,
On his cold button nose.
Six was was full of light,
And colour that left,
His hair had not changed much,
Until he found death.
Seven wore a hat,
And so knowing a cane,
Little knowing that soon,
He would be part of memory lane.
Eight was a Doctor,
Who woke after death,
Met the master in America,
And soon wished for the best,
There was one more,
After this grand old soul,
He took upon himself a warriors name,
Until his tale was fortold.
Nine wore a leather jacket,
And he met his little Rose,
He exclaimed fantastic a lot,
But that’s just how it goes.
Ten was a madman,
Who was as cold as fire,
Wore converse on his feet,
Though in life, so dire.
Eleven came, and with a grin,
Found little Amy Pond,
And they went adventuring.
The time came for silence to call,
All twelve Doctor’s,
Ready to fall.

L. Chapman | 28.12.2013

~~ I thought I would share my final goodbye, lol, just because I got bored on the whole matter that my favourite Doctor decided to die for the final time ~