Ode to Doctor Who

If it’s rude to go poo with an ood on the loo
And you’ve come unglued
Don’t know what to do?
Get on the horn and call Doctor Who

With TARDIS in check, he’ll come hitherto
A Time Lord, our savior, to the rescue
To dazzle us all with his brainy kung fu
Mad gadgets galore, and a big sonic screw

To the bottom of the problem, the quick witted gumshoe
No stone left unturned, and your cupboards askew
When he finally deduces there’s an ood on the loo
He’ll say;

“Please ask him to stand.”

Then bid you adieu.