SINCE THE BBC SACKED ALL THE DALEKS # 11

 

Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks

Most are just scrounging off the state

But there is one working as an un-packer

He doesn’t really communicate

And it scares a lot of the workers

When it says Extricate, Extricate

ARE YOU WEARING ONE?

 

Are you wearing one?

Then you’ll get none

No glove

No love

THE RAVAGES OF TIME

 

Each year shall be recorded

In your now pretty face

Soon your youth will vanish

Fading without a trace

And with each passing year

You will slowly lose the race

You will fall further behind

Until you are in last place

And a lifetime will be recorded

In your now pretty face

IF YOU SHOULD FIND

 

If you should find

Three hand grenades one day

Take them to a police station

And should one explode on the way

You can tell the police

You only found two anyway

I’M READY FOR A HOLIDAY

I’m ready for a holiday

With blue skies and sand and sea

But if my wife doesn’t get pregnant

I’m taking her with me 

VAGUE INTEREST

 

When first I saw her

I thought her vaguely fascinating

But on further study

She was only fascinatingly vague

ON ALERT

I hate living under the threat

Of terrorism every day

I can remember when if you saw

An unattended bag on the railway

You would say to yourself

I’m going to have that away