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The BBC

There once was a TV network

That made me want to exult

But now I am sad and despondent

And it’s mostly Steven Moffat’s fault

 

I enthusiastically started Doctor Who

Who’s chronology is twisted and bizarre

It seemed like such fun to travel through time and space with a man

Who used a blue box as his car

 

But soon the companions’ aspirations

To travel to planets and stars

Were crushed by the Void, lost love, and gargoyles

And the Doctor is lonely and scarred.

 

Not yet wise, I began watching Sherlock

His deduction left me amazed and bamboozled

He and John drank some tea, and solved crimes with glee

Although each case took quite some perusal.

 

They lived happily with their cool flat decorum

Mrs. Hudson made biscuits below

Then along came the menacing, mean Moriarty

There was nothing that he didn’t know.

 

Because of the fallacy that Sherlock’s a fake

He’s dead and John’s in the doldrums

The only thing done to commemorate him

Are John’s “I do believe in Sherlock Holmes”

 

Hoping for a show that was boisterous and happy

Instead of the peaceful, yet sad

I turned to the medieval Merlin

who was quite a cheery lad

 

He worked for the king’s son, Arthur

who eclectically chose his knights

There were sirs Lancelot, Gwaine, and Leon

The bravest people in sight.

 

Merlin used his job as camouflage,

His secret he did not divulge

for if they all knew he was a powerful wizard

In his execution King Uther would indulge.

 

Since Merlin’s destiny was to keep the prince safe

He faced many scary things

He would cower in fear, but when Arthur was near

He felt brave enough to sing

 

Merlin’s feelings for Arthur were obvious

But does Arthur feel the same way?

When Arthur deigns to exchange dialogue with him

It instantly brightens his day.

 

But Lancelot died doing Merlin’s job

And Arthur is in love with Gwen

Morgana, a wizard who was once Merlin’s friend

Is evil and wants Camelot dead.

 

So the Doctor is lonely and growing old

Sherlock left John all alone

And Merlin feels guilty and outcast

They’ve lost all the good they’ve ever known.

 

And I am left crying and angry.

How could the writers do this to me?

But still, they’re the best shows I’ve ever watched

And I’ll always love the BBC.

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May 19, 2013
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Notes

I wrote this for school lol

I like British TV shows okay

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