Hey, you Brits! Any glaring errors here? I've never actually seen the show.
My TARDIS hub can’t shift its shape—
Chameleon circuit’s shorted—
But I change bodies to escape
My death, which has been thwarted
Ten times since 1963!
I trust regeneration
To keep me on the BBC
Till man’s extermination.
I’ll vworp vworp British children’s minds
Till Daleks call a truce, or
Till each lost episode rewinds,
For I’m the Doctor! (Who, sir?)
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