OPTIMUS PRIME AND THE DEFENDERS OF MONOTONY

Optimus Prime sat in his high chair
Megatron coming up the stair
Brought him a cup of tea
He thought oh deary me
I've gone forgot the milk.Prime says 'Tron not to worry
Without milk it wont go cold in a hurry
So don't get in a tizzy old buddy
I'll run out to the shop.

Delighted by his friend's suggestion
Tron did a Marcel Marceau impression
and Prime fell off his chair laughing.

Oh darn I lost a nut or a bolt,
In walks the boss; they straighten up with a jolt.

DEAR INSANITY DIARY

  

Ask me if I’m mad, go on ask me.

Sometimes I’ll answer in the affirmative

But will mean different things by my answer.

Sometimes I’ll just mean mad

In the Navan sense of the word but

I guess you’ve got to be there at the time.

If I sat in the cave for long enough I’d be barking.

Barking with ecstasy at the full moon I couldn’t see.

Obscured by limestone and moss above my head

And the smoke from the small fire I’ve built.

Then I’ll fall asleep on my space mattress

It’s safe enough with cruise control.

It takes me into deep space and back

Which is a terrible waste of time.

But still I’d be happy,

After a long day of Barking

Knowing my work is done

Until tomorrow.

  

Ask me if I’m mad, go on ask me.

Sometimes I’ll answer in the negative

That’s when you’ll know I’m really mad.

That’s when I’ll be mad

In the clinical sense of the word

And you’ll think that maybe I should be locked up.

If you lock me up for long enough I’ll be laughing.

Laughing at the stupidity of thinking you could win,

Thinking you could really get inside my head

And chase all the small demons away.

Then you’ll fall asleep in a padded cell;

The one you built to keep me in

Because you’re afraid to go outside

And of all the people you thought you’d cured.

But I’d still be laughing;

After my time in your madhouse,

Knowing this day is mine

Until tomorrow.

Lament for the baby Daleks

The poor wee baby Daleks
Have all been painted red.
None of them are moving,
I think they might be dead.
All have the word LIBRARY
Emblazoned on the side
To add insult to injury
After they had died.I see a woman in high heels,
Standing on one’s head.
Triumphantly a hand goes up
To mock the enemy’s dead.
Alas, this one’s a Trojan horse,
It wobbles, side to side.
The woman falls upon her back
I sense a turning tide.

Canadian Odyssey

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