Poem from our forthcoming Fringe show

I’m embarking on my first foray into kids entertainment at the Edinburgh Festival this year. I’m working alongside the excellent comedians Martin Mor and Paul Curie. Despite a fair bit trepidation I’m sure it will be a great experience. Here’s a wee poem that will feature in the show…

KALED THE LONELY DALEK.

Kaled the Dalek was a sad death machine.

You daren’t beat him at football cos he’d death ray the team.

At scholl they were terrified of his weird Dalek voice.

Extermination to death was his number one choice.

 

I am supreme he quite likes to gloat.

But shouting death threats gives him a sore throat.

 

Kaled the Dalek was rubbish at Rounders.

Catching balls with a plunger meant he did flounder.

With the other hand a ray gun he was no good at drumming.

But if you had a blocked sink he was a dab hand at plumbing.

 

I am supreme he quite likes to gloat.

But shouting death threats gives him a sore throat.

What Kaled yearned for was to meet one like himself.

Who looked like a pepper pot and was a threat to your health.

So he put up an advert with an online dating website.

Elegant glider, diligent worker good in a fight.

For love I could change, for that I could warm.

A wee bit short tempered, typical Capricorn.

 

I am supreme he quite likes to gloat.

But shouting death threats gives him a sore throat.

 

But no one answered this Daleks plea for love.

And from his single telescopic eye a tear he did blub.

But how do you help a Dalek feel loved good and proper?

He nearly wiped out a planet when they said see the Doctor.

 

Author: Mind Palaver

John and Elle are two voices, among many, advocating and living with acute mental health conditions.

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