Greetings, HolyWorlders!
As was expected, my arrival here caused many of you some confusion as to who was behind my impromptu appearance. I guess now is the time to reveal that answer, however I won't reveal it before you have had a chance to guess. This is a poem written by the member that conspired to bring me here. If you can guess who may have written this poem, and whose sentiments are the same and often expressed, you will know my identity. 
Have fun! And remember:
Don't blink.
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My closet is not a Tardis
Where I can travel time.
A blue phone box of mystery -
(Police box did not rhyme)
A sonic type of screwdriver
Alas, one I have not.
These things that I am speaking of -
You ask? I answer: "What?"
For what is What I'm speaking of,
And How could it be true?
Where is the place a "What" is named;
When one would answer "Who"?
A man who travels time and space
(An alien they say)
Who has a type of Rubix cube
That somehow saves the day.
His friends are few and far between
But some folks hang around.
They travel with him here and there
'Till next he hits the ground.
The time lord's taste is rather wild,
Not ones I'd like to try.
For fishsticks dipped in custard cold -
I must say - not for I!
His enemies come thick and fast,
But he need only yell -
"Be quiet when I am speaking!"
For all the noise to quell.
The creatures that he comes across
Are weirder than you think.
And should you see an angel, well -
You'd be best not to blink.
These things called Daleks lurk about,
I don't know what they are.
And also cyber-somethings too.
(That's all I know thus far)
This place is quite a crazy one,
Yet one I've never seen.
All this I've learnt from listening
To ones to there have been.
As for the man Who rules this world,
I do not get at all.
For Who would give themselves a name
One might forget to call?
This doctor is a character
Much loved by most of you.
But no! I say I'll never yield
Unto this man named "Who"!
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And Andrew was involved... I don't know if anyone else was. 
