Oh!
No boys for me since the Piper Girl,
And I loves her ‘n’ her fishy smell.

Oh!
So some may love the celestial and the time travel caper,
But I still wouldn’t spurn Billy P if her vag was like sand paper.

Would you?

O Turlough! Soft! What shall men say of thee?
Whose unassuming ways the Lord of Time’s
Endearment won with boyish revelry
That hid behind its mask of Youth such crimes!
O public-schoolèd infidelity!
That came, all blazer-clad and russet-hair’d,
With stripèd tie and cool, clear face, unpock’d,
To tempt greatTristan’s love, had he but dared
To bridge the gap of Age thy blue eyes mock’d!
As thou on Davros-challeng’d stairs depart
Methinks ‘tis fitting thou do make this room-
Antipodæan Teegan takes thy part!
Who, tho’ with screeching voice and strident boom
She speak, yet speaketh from a purer heart
That hurts him not. I know, for I was thee,
Where Alby taketh now the part of me.

You’re on, this time. Just give me a moment to find pen and paper and a quart of Perier-J and I’ll be right back. Much easier to work without all these interlopers…

TO drift with every passion till my soul
Thy doméd cap on which all winds doth play,
Is it for this that I have given all
That on the six-skirt manikin dost roll?—
Methinks my life is a twice-written poll
With Daleks on some boyish holiday
With idle blinking lights and virelay
Which do but mar the secret of their stroll.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life’s dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God:
“Exterminate!” Is that time dead? lo! through the summer airs
I did but touch my Tristan with romance—
And flee from Davros just by climbing stairs?

My wine, Albertus. Yes, now.

Are you still there?…