Thanks to
john_elliott, who linked me to the
Whovian Poetry Tag? thread on Death by Aspirin (a site I intermittently read but am bad at following), I've just rediscovered this snippet of Doctor-Who-related poetry *term used loosely* that I'd forgotten all about writing. Thus, repost time!
The Master fell
Into a well.
Along came Three
And said, "Dear me,
It’s plain to see
That you should be
extricated without further delay from the untenable predicament in which you find yourself or you really will catch your death of a cold. Do put away that Tissue Compression Eliminator, won't you?"