You know the sort I mean,
All bent on domination;
Giving vent to all that spleen.
I like to think I'm diff'rent
From other Dalek crew,Who keep emotions hidden
While exterminating you.
I don't agree with killing,
With plans to subjugate.
The Universe is lovely
And I find it hard to hate.
In fact, I've got my own plan;
I'm working from within!
I'm teaching other Daleks
How to knit and sew and spin.
I run a secret workshop
Where Daleks can relax
And find their inner Dalek;
Get the monkey off their backs.
We try to be creative;
To make things, not destroy.
I run a Dalek choir
Learning Ludwig's 'Ode To Joy'.
So if you see a Dalek
In homeknit wool poncho,
Don't run off in a panic,
Come across and say 'Hello!'
JH
Copyright © 2011 Jonathan Humble

Very clever, funny, cute.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have people comment on your poems. Nobody ever says anything about mine! I've barely restarted writing and I'm ready to give up.
ReplyDeleteIdeas for poems:
50 years of Coronation Street,
The bumble bee in my garden today - It's November!
Macaroni Cheese,
A perfect pebble,
Getting your nose pierced at 60,
Taking a photograph out of a frame for good,
The dog ripping up the phone bill,
Wanting to be a burlesque dancer,
Nobody likes my poems,
When a slug comes into your house,
New shoes,
Daniel and his OCD mother,
Knowing your left from your right,
A ladybird tattoo on your right big toe.
There. I'm exhausted.
Righto ... I'll choose one and give it a go this weekend.
ReplyDeleteHello Jim. Non-poetic earthman just dropping in.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely fab!
ReplyDeleteI've always said that you're a very discerning individual, Anon. ツ
ReplyDeleteRead this in the Big Issue today. I've mentioned it on GallifreyBase too. Excellent poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you gazhack.
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