Commissioning Lungbarrow for TV?

So you'll be a Whovian novelist,
Imagining a plot that mangles time
And defines all Earthly existence
You'll be imagining a plot that mangles time.

On rent that you begged from your parents,
To your girlfriend your excuses are transparent
You'd rather sit there and go out of your mind
While you're imagining a plot that mangles time.

Companions chosen, and Doctor's actor set
And the antagonist is well-developed malice
There's drama, and comedy and love
And the awful injoke puns you're not above

You start off the tale with a flourish
With the TARDIS, in space, whirling like a dervish--
A chase, a capture, romance, fighting crime,
And incidentally, a plot that mangles time.

You're pacing now, chewing your pen
All the scheming has to bear fruit in the end
And history must once more take its course
(With or without an eighteenth-century horse.)

So you'll be a Whovian novelist,
Imagining a plot that mangles time
And defines all Earthly existence
You'll be imagining a plot that mangles time.