Techivita's Note: This is another poem that I decided not to publish in my English class' publication. This is a mimicking poem to one called "Batman and Robin" who I don't know the author to.
The Doctor and His Companion
Written by Techivita on 3/4/15
I found a man, possibly thirty two
Walking down the avenue.
He wore a coat of tannish color
And looked almost like a scholar,
If it wasn’t for his spiky hair
That stuck up in the wind like it didn’t care
About gravity or any other scientific law.
And he walked on by as I stared in awe.
He carried a pen and a suitcase, both blue
Both in a fairly odd hue.
He walked on by, but sat down on a bench.
And took out a bottle, for his thirst needed to be quenched.
A bottle too big to fit in that small box.
A box that could probably fix a whole ox.
‘Bigger than the inside’ as one could say
On this very sunny and fine day.
Later on a female walked by
Passed by the man and said hi.
He waved to her and said something weird
As if it were something to be feared.
The girl’s smile changed into a frown
And she mumbled something then turned around.
Thus the man got up and ran away
Grabbing the girl’s hand and ran towards the bay.
I don’t know if I’ll see him again.
I’d really want him to be my friend.
The curious man with the spiky hair
And his companion that was oh so fair.