Ode to the Fez
It was instinct when I grabbed you off the dummy's head.
The love that I had for you
In the short life that you have—had led.
Even though you weren't TARDIS blue,
You and me, me and you—we were a perfect match.
We were the epitome of cool.
Look at me! In braces, a fez, and a bright red bow tie!
But then Amy had to go and snatch
And throw you in the air so; River could use her "tool"
And, as my hearts broke, I had to say, 'Goodbye'.
The lack of poems about the beloved fez inspired me to write this.