Quicksand in My Tush
You're my special Dalek
You exterminate my fears
Your yelp infests my ears
Inside my spinning Tardis
Hanging near my scarf
I sometimes have to barf
I travel to the future
Just to get beneath her
She's floating in the aether
Contributors: | loaf, N, K8, F. |
Poem finished: | 22nd September 2003. |