Thursday, 4 October 2012


BuckHucklebuck
4 October 2012 1:45PM
Oh, you've twisted my arm. Have one more.
Sunday, AM.
A poem.
By me.
Oh Andrew Marr, you've come far
In your antique, green motor car
Sunday morning BBC
on the couch with Toynbee
this week's Observer (on page three)
Shakehead - tut - no hospital for Camberley
The Sunday Times has four dead Iraqis
The Sunday Express still doesn't like the Darkies
Tampax, Monster Munch and Tulips all now give you cancer
Lady Gaga "only wanted to be a dancer"
Then to show that there's no bias
The interview with some Eton-bred Tobias
SamCam, asylum, dolescum, budgets
Obama, french farmers, state-sponsored junkets
Marr nodding along, but a difficult question
one that he hesitates even to mention
bigger than health, wealth or public pensions
he posits it now, with audible tension
Did the minister see Doctor Who? What does he think?
Suddenly set to human, the frontbench android blinks
his son loves the show! Or he might as well do
Electorally, that plays well to demographics C1 and C2
Cross-promotion achieved, Marr bids his guest adieu
and now the last segment, 
a live song by U2.
The studio fades to post-show gloom
the cameras pan, and backwards zoom
Andy and Polly and the Rest in silhouette
Next week it's Dick Madely, John Major and the Egyptian god of Darkness and Chaos, Seht.
Thankyou.

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