Jelly-Babies Prefer Jelly-Parents
Dr Who once gave me candy-floss to eat
I spun it in a turban all July
Whilst thrashing to the latest rock scene
And harbouring no hankering for pie
Although the Daleks tell me that it is a treat
Outselling plasticene
As a young assistant, I had let him down -
From Kettering to Klosters, on my trike
I had fled from him with crude abandon.
And harbouring no hankering for pike
The which Cybermen vouchsafe is most rare
Outsmelling kerosene
I chose to wear some tartan in the dead of night
And haunt the ruined quarry-pits by day
The Doctor was, it's said, a little perlexed
And harboured little hank'ring for his pay
From ice-warrior bosses, bereft of all things sweet,
Out-yelling Edmund Keane
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
Poem finished: | 3rd February 2004 by Anon.. |