DR WHO TAKES A HOLIDAY

Dr Who is fed up.
Dr Who is tired.
Dr Who is tired of kicking Dalek ass
or clearing off cybermen.
In fact he doesn't want errant Aliens
of any kind.
He is sick of any more jokes.
You know the one.
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Dr.
Dr Who?
Ha ha! Very unfunny very unkind.
"I save the Human Race and they
laught at my expense!"
He figures it will always be like this.
Always be good and evil, "well all well and good"
he says.
But Dr Who is exhausted.
So he thinks to himself
"I need a holiday, get away from it all."
So he sells his tardis
(and all the other bibs and bobs)
to a second-hand car salesman
"only 5 trillion miles on the clock"
a small white lie, so what
he thinks.

He was viewed strangely at customs
and when they asked
where he came from
there was pandemonium at the airport.
But he got there,
able to put his feet up
no more meddling assistants
no one to fall out with
no one to fall in love with.
Just himself and sea, sun, sand
and ice creams.
"What a life" he thought "what luxury,
what bliss."
And when he eventually returned
the world hadn't changed
that much.
The Daleks and Cybermen had fought a war,
and wiped each other out.
The Human Race was still there
in all its manifestations.
Life had just got on fine
without Dr Who getting involved.
"No more timelording and meddling
for me" he thought.
Dr Who was free of all that.
Dr Who was free.