The Tardis Disappears
If like me you're a fan,
Of the Time-Lord and his police-box,
Being here was a memory lane,
One where time eclipsed again.
Though I never saw the Doctor,
Who, his wormhole vehicle sat proud.
Bringing in the eager visitors,
Whipping up a camera clad crowd.
Someone with a brainchild,
To raise some tourist cash.
No doubt an eager entrepreneur,
Milking them, despite economic crash.
I turn to sip the steaming cup,
And take a bite of scone.
Suddenly, there's a whooshing groan,
And when I turn, the Tardis's gone...