James Goss

I went into a box and it wasn't a box. I asked the box to go wandering. We could go to planets We could visit stars Or Tuesday. That box could go anywhere at all. And so we did. A magical collection of fifty poems inspired by the world of Doctor Who.

A Collection of Time Lord Verse

Doctor Who: Now We Are Six Hundred

Kat H.

Adam Tinworth

Pam Sartain

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Ryan Lane

With illustrations by Russell T Davies, original showrunner of the new-era Doctor Who, the first ever Doctor Who poetry collection—a charming, funny and whimsical illustrated collection of verse that celebrates the joys and pitfalls of getting older . . . Time-Lord older. Like many of us, the older they get, the more Time Lords realize how little they understand the universe around them. This delightful collection of poems—the first volume of Doctor Who verse published—offers moments of insight, wit, and reassurance for the maturing inhabitants of Gallifrey (and everywhere else), including such delights as: THE END When I was One I was not much fun When I was Two I was barely through When I was Three I liked strong tea When I was Four I hated a bore When I was Five I was really alive When I was Six I somehow could never quite fit in to what was expected of me, well, not exactly but that was because things weren’t neat and there are no easy rhymes in the universe and scansion, my dear Peri, is a thing that’s really overrated and you only have to look at a sunset to realise that creation itself is a poem and oh no wait, got it, of course, Fix! The line needed to end with Fix! (Or tricks. That’s works too.) When I was Seven I sent the gods to Heaven When I was Eight Kissing was great When I was Nine I had forgotten time When I was Ten I began again When I was Eleven I totally got even When I was Twelve, I became as clever as clever And now I think I’ll be Twelve for ever and ever* (*Unless, of course, there is a terrible catastrophe involving explosions, radiation, or heights. And then I guess we’ll find out what comes next. But the eyebrows won’t be as good.)

Alayna

Elize van Heerden

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.

Sandy

Andrea McGuffey

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

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