Over on the Jon Pertwee Recipe Book Discussion Forum there was a competition for sonnet writing. Unfortunately mine didn't win, but here it is anyway:
We'll dance all night to the Worst Sonnet Ever!
Clara is most insecure, decreed Dr Who.
But he doth not know what for.
As sooneth as Ms Clara enters throughth the door, turns heads she does (or is that too Yoda-ery?)
Dr Who does most notice that Clara does not wear make up.
Most happily for Dr Who, there's no-th covering up by the make up.
The wayth Clara is is enough-uf-uf
All in the TARDIS dost observe it
All in the TARDIS except for YOU!!
Clara dost enlighten Dr Who's world most unlike anybody else
The way Clara ficketh her hair gets Dr Who most excited
Judging from the way that Claradelia lears at the ground, it is most simple to deduct,
that she dost not know
"Clara, you dost not fuckin' know that your are doth most fucking beautiful!!" yelled Peter Capaldoc Tucker (Oscar winner)
"Clara, you dost not fuckin' know that your are doth most fucking beautiful!!" yelled Peter Capaldoc Tucker (Oscar winner)