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I’m really no poet, try as I might,
What sounds good in my head is in writing, quite shite.
But I’ll give it a bash, it’s a pretty art form,
Though it’s tricky and therefore not part of ‘the norm’.
Initial rant over. This could get quite bland,
If I don’t soon address the matter at hand.
I do have a point so don’t pack up and go,
In this odd way I’ll now praise my favourite show.
It’s first is in Peep. Have you guessed on what channel?
Apparently Miss Havisham did this in a flannel.
You still need more clues? That’s faintly absurd.
Like christening eggs beneath a word bird.
I’m being obscure and nerdy as hell,
Would it help to say #I’m not sick but I’m not well#?
Onto the characters that make the script sing
With anecdotes of crack and of course, ‘the bad thing’
Mark works in credit –The Big Kahuna,
But refuses to look at his heartbreak tuna.
Jeremy’s lazy, misguided and thick,
Not a day goes by without measuring his…
Johnson’s the big man: a king among men,
Superhans thinks the plural of van is ‘ven’
Sophie annoys me and Jeff’s a right prick.
The term ‘creamy elephant’ makes Mark feel quite sick.
Dobby’s ‘the one’ so please, Mark – propose,
Before she’s asked by the man with a tube up his nose.
Mark deserves better. All that awkward abuse!
(To this day I can’t watch him pitch Project Zeus).
Getting bored now, I’m changing the stanza,
Only the top line and bottom must rhyme.
It’s a cheeky escape,
The same ep Mark gets raped,
Is the same one Jez get’s none of Dead Gwen’s ‘Bonanza’
That’s all I can manage, (“Not necessarily a disadvantage”),
So that’s all you’ll be hearing from me.
Time to untie the Megatron,
Put my DVD on,
And get back to Peep Show season three.
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