Doctor Who Sonnet

Through space and time the mad man in his box

Appearing here and then appearing there

Meeting many people, he really rocks

A brilliant man with weird style of hair

He may look different over time, don’t fret

He always tries to make things bit better

He is flying onwards, he hasn’t stopped yet

But he can turn into a big storm bringer

He’s a lonely man with the box away

He makes friends who become family

Snd while they are there, everythings okay

He is loved by many which he can’t see

How he is known by us, some or few

But we all seem to wonder, Doctor Who?