So this is what happens when I beg my friends to watch the thing and none of them show any interest IN WATCHING THE THING.

The “thing” is In the Flesh, which is an awesome awesome show which you should watch so we can talk about it and also because I NEED A THIRD SEASON and apparently that’s not a going to be a thing.

O.O

This is the first poem I’d written in almost a year. Stole the first line, obviously (The 5th of November). The rest is mine, though. Might contain spoilers. I also took some creative liberties with the plot while writing out this poem. Frex, it’s very possible that Amy was the First Risen but, again, I won’t find out UNLESS THERE’S A THIRD SEASON.

So please watch this show and stop me from writing more terrible, terrible poetry.

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You can read my fan-poem on Tumblr: https://rowanmcbride.tumblr.com/post/90646604696/in-the-flesh