Tuesday 17 July 2012

Octa Who

Why has no-one ever written Skulduggery/Doctor Who crossover fiction before? IT'S AWESOME (if I do say so myself :P)

I give you the ONE... the ONLY... OCTA WHO!!!


Octa Who

All clad in violet garments as he steps into the TARDIS
His companion wears a peanut suit and calls herself Gladys
A quill pen by his ear and golden ink near his heart
Reciting lines of poetry as the adventure starts

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

A group of cleavers on the chase
Does he never stop running?
As he searches for his loved one
With a plan oh truly cunning

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

For Kallista was abducted by a pepper of Daleks
For her death would leave the Michigan Sanctuary a wreck
But will the Poet be too late?
As the air is filled with cries of exterminate

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

 Octa overcame the Daleks
And he started to smile
But it quickly disappeared
As up pops Lord Vile

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

For the Daleks were vanquished
By a temporal loop
Infused with human faith
And a drop of chicken soup

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

Yet to overcome Lord Vile is quite another proposal
And Octallista must use every choice at their disposal
I will sacrifice myself
So that you can live in health

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

Tears are rolling down his face
As she saves the human race
But resolve breaks through his dismay
Nobody is going die. Not today.

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

It’s not too late. I still have time to save her.
Get China on the line for she owes me a favour.
Etching symbols with a silver knife
Kallista comes back to life.

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

He steps into the TARDIS and in seconds is gone
The adventure is over and humanity will go on
Flying through the stars where no-one knows his name
He clicks his fingers and they burst into flame

He often wears a fez
Perhaps a bowtie or two
He loves the colour purple
And he calls himself
Octa Who

4 comments:

  1. :O
    That. Was. AWESOME!!
    Just down right brilliant.
    *applauds*
    I love the way you have a kind of chorus.
    I can just imagine one person saying all the versus' with a choir or something behind him joining in to say it :P

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  2. Oh my god this is literally the best thing ever.

    SP and DW and my friends.

    I'm going to explode from awesome.

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  3. ~grins~
    That was absolutely brilliant
    LOL
    That has GOT to be one of the best poems ever xD

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  4. I'm grinning so much right now! :D

    I read the title and intro and I thought,
    "Man, this guy is the epitome of utter brilliance and swag. Awesome"
    And as I read on, I nudged the friends next to me and said,
    "I present to you, sheer genius!"
    Given that they are massive DW and SP fans, well, the outcome was generally explosive (in a good way :P)

    This is magnificent! Damn, you're genius.
    EPIC! :DDD

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