Doctor Who. Now We Are Six Hundred. A Collection of Time Lord Verse: James Goss

RETIRING

On days I don`t want to Doctor much
I worry that I shall lose my touch
All that running down those corridors
Thwartings of tyrants and dreadful bores
Brave rescues from the Foul Monster`s Lair
And firm trouncing all the Demons There.

Chaos never ends, oh that`s the shame
So yes I tire of just one more game.
Sometimes when the same old fight begins
I fear, just once, I`ll let Evil win.
And then, on second thought, perhaps I won`t
Because they`re Monsters, and so I don`t.
On days like that I don`t think at all
That being the Doctor`s so bad after all.