A Poem for Steven MoffatSince you ended Doctor WhoMore Like This
My heart is dyed pure TARDIS blue
My fingertips ache for they won't
Ever again have reason to use the remote
All that's left on BBC
Is "Orphan Black" and Brit movies
So now I sit and quietly cry
And raise my voice with the others: "WHY, MOFFAT, WHY??!!"