TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE
DOOMSDAY
Twas the night before
Doomsday, but all through outer space,
Not an enemy was
visible, nothing seemed out of place.
The weapons were
stored in the Tardis with care,
In hopes the White
Guardian soon would be there.
My companions were
nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of
jelly babies danced in their heads.
And Romana in her trench
coat and I in my vest,
Knew that the
Sontarans would soon make us stressed.
When out in the
cosmos, there arose such a clatter,
I grabbed the sonic
screwdriver to investigate the matter.
Away to the Earth, I
materialized in a flash,
Levered open the door
and prepared to be brash.
The moon was a
crescent, hung low in the sky,
As our Intel claimed
Sutekh soon would be by.
When what to my bulging,
brown eyes should appear,
But a terrified
Tegan, atremble with fear.
Next a convoy of
trucks, clearly from UNIT,
Led by my friend,
Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart.
Then the Daleks and
Cybermen formed into groups,
So I whistled and
shouted and yelled for my troops.
Now Nyssa! Now Leela!
Now Sarah Jane Smith!
Come Adric! Come
Harry! (Tegan was miffed.)
To the battleground
forming, we must hatch a plan,
We need Benton and
Yates and every last man.
As the Robot and
Krynoid joined in with the Zygons,
The Time Lords chimed
in “let bygones be bygones”
So into the mix we
put up a good fight,
With temporal traps,
gold dust and just plain old might.
As I gathered my
forces with a big toothy smile,
K9 passed us by, to
help out for a while.
And then into the fray,
the Master appeared,
That consummate bad
guy, the one that’s most feared.
The Master is here,
my companions all cried!
Now head for the
control room to stay safe inside.
We must think of a
way and finally defeat him,
Or the galaxy faces a
future most grim.
The Master harrumphed,
as wily as a fox,
And gathered his
minions around the police box.
His eyes – how they
twinkled, his open mouth droll,
And the beard of his
chin was as jet black as coal.
I reached in my
pocket for something to do,
Pulled out a yoyo and
racked my brain for a clue.
My scarf was in
knots, my stomach it roiled,
We will find a way,
the Master must be foiled.
Think quickly,
Doctor! all my cohorts exclaim.
There must be a way
to remove him from the game.
Just how to eliminate
him is subjective,
To divide and conquer
is our main objective.
Now the Master calls
out, he wishes a truce,
It’s good news to
hear, since K9’s out of juice.
I open the door and
allow him inside,
Then set the controls
to embark on a ride.
From deep within, the
death knell reverberates,
The meaning is clear,
a Time Lord regenerates.
Right at this moment,
there’s no time to stand by,
But for whom the bell
tolls, the Master or I?
