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TDP Special: A Halloween Poem. A Special Halloween Poem

With Apologies to AEP.

The Raving (Bloke)

 

Once upon the 80’s dreary, while I watched all weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious vhs of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'


Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was watching television when you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Michael Grade, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered words, `Doctor Who No More!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, ` Doctor Who No More?'
Merely this and nothing more.

 
Much I marvelled this ungainly felow hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing Grade at his chamber door -
Man or beast above the head of pertwee above his chamber door,
With such vermance came his word again `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if  BBC director or devil! –

Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there no hope for my timelord? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Laughed the Controler `Nevermore!'

With just these words he few away.

 

And the BBC, never failing, still is sitting on the rights evermore, still is plotting scemeing, waiting a man, a  man to rap at my chamber door.

 

And This man, - lets call him Russel- his eyes a dreaming,  Dreaming of his common myth.
And the New controller will hold promice, dreams of blue lamp-light flashing;
And my soul rises from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Doctor Who – For ever more!

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