Wednesday, August 04, 2010

HORNS OF NIMON: THE MUSICAL SCENE III

DOCTOR’S SONG

Oh I often think and muse about
If there were not bad news about
What would I find to stick my nose into,
There is nothing as appealing as a stew
Or witches brew
Of evil hue.

It’s one thing to have the time to pause
And mend the TARDIS’s few flaws
When I have nothing much around to do,
But it can’t compare with the savoir faire
Of staring down some villain’s glare
And giving them a right old talking-to!

[Does dance of derring-do, and makes sword-fighting
motions.]

Oh, I’ve unplugged the bleeping thingy
So we’re drifting like a dinghy
There’s nothing here to thwart my DIY
But still I find my inner eye
Drifts back to days of blundering in, and locking up an evil Djinn
Or poking Dalek’s squarely in their ‘eyesight-impeded’.
Well it makes a chap feel needed.
Which is more than you can say for….

BOTHER SPRING CLEANING!

3 comments:

Julio Angel Ortiz said...

Much better. :)

Site Owner said...

For that you needed the comments running? Sheesh.

Julio Angel Ortiz said...

No, but by the time it came time for me to comment, I had forgotten my original point.