The True Doctor wrote:
The moon did not hatch into a giant space dragon
which flew off with 90% of its mass and laid an
just like the old one to replace it.
THE MOON AN EGG: A POEM
Oh listen here, dear Whovian friend,
I’ll follow Time Lords to the end.
Through paradox, through Time War dread,
But this time, you’ve lost your head.
The Moon’s an egg? Oh, come now, please,
A cosmic yolk that hatches peace?
It’s held our tides, it lights our nights,
Not some galactic nesting site!
You’re telling me, since ancient days,
While wolves would howl and poets praise,
That lurking deep beneath its crust
Was some space-chicken’s wanderlust?
It grew in orbit, fine, okay,
But how’d it not just float away?
And then it hatched and left another,
Like some polite maternal mother?
And Earth just shrugged? “Well, that was neat.”
No shattered tides, no scrambled streets?
I love this show, but come on, mate,
You’re testing how much we can take.
A Time Lord wears a fez, I cheer,
A van Gogh tear still draws a tear,
But lunar eggs? That’s quite a swing,
Even 'Who' can’t sell everything.
So next time when you write the sky,
Think twice before the hatchlings fly.
Not every twist needs such a peg,
Sometimes, a moon should not be egg.
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