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This is a big project I’ve started, inspired by the above picture from CollegeHumor. I’m tweaking (okay, flat-out changing) the words to the classic Dr. Seuss book “Oh, the Places You’ll Go!” while keeping the rhythm and rhyme scheme, all to fit Doctor Who. I’m actually ridiculously pleased by how it’s coming along so far, so don’t worry about me aborting this plan!
I’ll be updating this as I get it written, then start in on the artwork! The work in progress is below!
Oh, the Times and Places You’ll Go!
Geronimo, Pond!
Today is the day.
It’s been fourteen years,
We’re off and away!
I’ve a bow on my neck,
This is my time caboose!
She can take us to any event that you choose!
I’ve been on my own,
And it’s been- well, you know.
So come along, Pond, we’ve got places to go!
We’ll run up and down moons,
Planets if you’d care.
About some I may say, “We can’t interfere there.”
With my bow of a tie and the boots on your feet,
We’re quite the odd pair for a martian to meet!
And we may find some life forms that don’t want to be found.
In that case, of course, we’ll run off with a bound!
(It’s healthier than
Being a Kiss-O-Gram!)
Out here, strange things happen, they frequently do,
To people who travel with me, just like you!
And when things start to happen, don’t wander!
Stay close!
Don’t ask dumb questions!
You could be the next Rose!
Oh, the Times and Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be in World War 2!
You’ll be saving Star Whales!
You’ll be the companion with all the best tales!
You won’t stay behind, because you’re just like me.
You’re running from something, it’s clearly a “he”.
Wherever we fly, we’ll save people and lands!
Whenever we go, we will offer our hands!
Except when we can’t.
Because, sometimes, we can’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true
that Van Gogh the artist can’t be helped by you
You can get all hung up on the bad things in life.
Your fiancée might die. You’ll forget you’re his wife.
One day you’ll wake up (or dream?) with a baby bump,
While cold stars await your waking with a jump.
And while you’re a planet, you’re not up for much fun.
Not running around is not easily done.
You may come to a place where angels are not good.
Some statues aren’t statues, and to them, you’re food.
A place you could lose both your sane mind and life!
Do you dare to follow? Is River Song my wife?
Will this way bring peace? Or only add strife?
And should you go back, is it for good or not?
Are you getting married? Has this room grown hot?
Let’s take a step back, Pond, you’re acting quite mad!
Let go of me- no, don’t make me feel bad!
I’m near nine-hundred-and-ten, and you’ve got a lad!
