(based on suggestions from @RyanPaine and @johnnypurple)
Raining it down on the chameleon circus
Murky work bloody oath, no feeling you’ve earned it
Shank that new world from Tennyson to Lawson
Frame that shenanigan for someone who wants one
Who stoned the new crows, who pwned the few blows
That crowned that head steady among the fezz bluestones
Stay still a bit, feel the dust freefall
A kick up the bum for dropkicks to forestall
What were we thinking to travel in steamroll
It’s never a dud-dropper comin a cropper so
Keep your assonance we want an arsenal, mate
Fair suck of the sav, won’t a pot and a pav
Bring the Doctor back to us? It’s cactus.
Neighbours fighting Enders isn’t the fluff
To ready the credible against the inedible stuff
Who’s gunna bring it, hoods against Oods?
Even Tefnut and Tlaloc wouldn’t have stood
For Time Lord v. Strine Hoard, if we were good
Enough to call him in, enough to pull him
Women with red hair and red shirts
Pull till the call hurts
Singin out Doctor Doctor Doctor
Who have you been and where have you been to?
Floods we’ve been running
Thought you were coming
New rivers makin our hearts our hands hurt
We’ve got our work cut out for us huh?
Send the TARDIS already
We’re waiting with
Open arms we’re ready
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Today's poem is based on suggestions from @RyanPaine, who wanted an Australianised assonance poem, and @johnnypurple, who wanted it to be about Doctor Who.
I may also have been listening to a fair bit of hip hop yesterday evening. Shame TZU wrote the line "bring on the Klingons" before I thought of it.
This one was extremely fun to write, and came out in such a rush that I had to type it into the notes page on my iPhone as I didn't have time to turn the laptop back on.
2 comments:
love it! it really sings (or maybe raps) with joyful fun
I was laughing as I wrote it - well, snorting as I was trying to be quiet :)
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