Here's a little Who-based poem that sprang fully formed into my brain today. It's inspired by Last of the Time Lords and more particularly by a remark I made in my review of that episode, so technically it does contain spoilers. Silliness is the other major component.
A Gallifreyan Romance (Sort Of) with apologies to Ogden Nash
A Time Lord met a Time Lord And thought "Gosh, I'm not the last!" The Time Lord eyed the Time Lord And the following words were passed:
"I'm a Time Lord, you're a Time Lord, You're a crime Lord steeped in hate. You're primeval, purest evil, But I'm desperate for a date!
I'm a sad Lord, you're a mad Lord, But a bad Lord's what I need. It's our duty to get fruity And perpetuate our breed!
You're a male Lord, but can't fail, Lord, To relieve my lonely gloom. Sure, we're boy Lords, but not coy Lords. Take a chance and twang my loom!"
But the crime Lord scorned the prime Lord: "I can't bear to hear you brag! You're a worthless pondscum slime Lord I would rather die than shag!"
So the good Lord mourned the bad Lord Who would not regenerate "I'm a low Lord, such an emo Lord.... But comfort sex with Jack is great!"