Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2206306-Time-Riders
Rated: E · Poetry · Sci-fi · #2206306
A cleaning woman and a doctor travel through time.
Once Clara Clifford fell through time;
it was the Red Roof’s steps she climbed.
They intersected wormhole space;
stunned Clifford left without a trace.

Time travel was what she now knew;
past dying stars Ms. Clifford flew.
Poor cleaning woman on time’s ride;
wormhole much bigger on the inside.

The Doctor joined her on her trip;
(the wormhole was a roomy ship.)
A nice companion with white hair;
she’d try to clean—he’d turn and stare.

Seems doctor was at Red Roof Inn;
while in his room, he felt it spin.
A small screwdriver ‘neath the roof
in case a little screw came loose.

Thus white-haired doc with tool in hand,
(Ms. Clifford with no place to stand,)
rode merrily in time vortex
each wondering what year was next.

20 Lines
Writer’s Cramp

—Time travel
—bigger on the inside
—The Doctor
© Copyright 2019 Don Two (dannigan at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2206306-Time-Riders