RETIRINGOn days I don't want to Doctor muchI worry that I shall lose my touchAll that running down those corridorsThwartings of tyrants and dreadful boresBrave rescues from the Foul Monster's LairAnd firm trouncing all the Demons There. Chaos never ends, oh that's the shameSo yes I tire of just one more game. Sometimes when the same old fight beginsI fear, just once, I'll let Evil win. And then, on second thought, perhaps I won'tBecause they're Monsters, and so I don't. On days like that I don't think at allThat being the Doctor's so bad after all.