Friday Poetry Corner

[LondonManc]

There once was a Monkee called Tork
Whose ate his bananas by fork
But after working on Street
He was using his feet
Then stood on his hands for a walk.

[AlfredJPruffock]

I am gross and perverted
I'm obsessed 'n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little has changed

I'm the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you


I may be vile and pernicious
But you can't look away

I make you think I'm delicious
With the stuff that I say

I'm the best you can get




I'm the slime oozin' out
From your TV set


You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you


Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold

And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold


That's right, folks . . .

Don't touch that dial

Frank Zappa

[AlfredJPruffock]

So. Farewell then.
Peter Tork member of the
Popular singing group from the 60s.

Hey Hey Hey
You were
The Monkees

Now you have taken that last
Train to Clarksville And you will
Now Know if being a believer
Was a good idea.


E J Thribb