Dr Who Poetry (One for every Doctor)

First Doctor:
No. My dear, I do not do poetry.

Second Doctor:
Pif, Poof, Pipple, Pife!
My recorder has been broke.
Piffle Pip Piffle

Third Doctor:
My cape is red,
Bessie is yellow,
Reversing the polarity,
makes me a happy fellow.

Fourth Doctor:
Scarves are cool,
you can't disagree,
say they are stupid,
go on, offend me.

Fifth Doctor:
Roses are red,
My celery's green,
hope it never turns purple,
you'll see what I mean.

Sixth Doctor:
I do not rhyme,
there is just no time.
...
Carrot Juice!

Seventh Doctor:
Roses are red,
I once fought a lizard,
I may be a Time Lord,
but I'm also a wizard.

Eighth Doctor:
Roses are red,
I really like bacon,
I thought I was part human,
guess I was mistaken.

War Doctor:
Roses are red,
just like that button,
I had to do it.
Why am I writing poetry?
Is there a lot of this in the future?

Ninth Doctor:
Roses are red,
let's take a chance.
Oh! I just remembered,
I know how to dance.

Tenth Doctor:
Roses are red...
...
........
Rose.

Eleventh Doctor:
Roses are red,
sometimes.
I mean, I've been to realities where red was blue.
That was confusing.
Took me days to find my TARDIS.
I saved the Klarknoff race from certain doom.
I only had a toothpick and four coat hangers.
It was pretty simple really.
Should I shut up now?
I mean, I don't know if I'm talking to much.

Twelfth Doctor:
Roses are red,
Beethoven was a buffoon,
I can speak baby,
beware my spoon.