Doctor Who: Now We Are Six Hundred

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.