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!!!
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
:O
ReplyDeleteThat. 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
Oh my god this is literally the best thing ever.
ReplyDeleteSP and DW and my friends.
I'm going to explode from awesome.
~grins~
ReplyDeleteThat was absolutely brilliant
LOL
That has GOT to be one of the best poems ever xD
I'm grinning so much right now! :D
ReplyDeleteI 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