Oh, Doctor, my Doctor,
What have you done?
You've gone and regenerated.
You're off to have fun.

Oh, Doctor, my Doctor,
When have you gone?
The past? Or the future?
Are you pretending to be John?

Oh, Doctor, my Doctor,
This new one's not you.
You went away
And now I'm just blue.

Oh, Doctor, new Doctor,
With your bow tie and tweed.
I think you're growing on me.
Much like a weed.

A/N: Just a little poem - which, by the way, is a miracle in itself, 'cause it rhymes - that I wrote while watching the Christmas special. Which, by the way, is EPIC!