On this day in 1963, the vey first Doctor Who was televised, in back and white, and I watched as my thirteen years old self. I'm still waiting to regenerate!

(Image courtesy of Tom Franz from Wikimedia Commons)

Happy Birthday Doctor

Happy birthday, you are sixty today.

In sixty three on black and white tv,
at thirteen years old I watched that
first episode, when Susan’s teachers
followed her back to the Tardis,
Then in sixty five we emigrated

But you’d not yet arrived, at least
not in Kalgoorlie; it was later
in Perth that I caught up with you,
in glorious colour and a link with
that other Gallifrey I’d left behind.

At twenty three sharing with mates,
we’d watch you laughing, on a spiff,
and on and off, you were still there;
so, when I worked in London in my
flat, with a G & T, watching tv,

You were still there, with a new face
but the same adventures, and even
after they killed you off you still
regenerated and came back again
in twenty five, and now you’re here.

So, old chum, on Saturday night.
I’ll put up my feet, a single malt
to hand, and toast your survival
and watch your latest special, as
once again, you save humanity.

But could you please do it for real?

© D G Moody 2023

Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-11-23 at 16:42

Tags Nostalgia  Celebration  Magic 

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Wow, even as someone who never watched Doctor Who, I deeply enjoyed this poem. Good job!

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I too just like you enjoyed the first ever,
Doctor who, watched every episode.
through and through, often wonder as I do.
What would happen if they teamed him up
With Supergirl, Star Trek or Scooby Doo.
What a strange episode for doctor who