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Subject: Alien Dancing Pants III: Galifrean G-string Author: Grubbymitts [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:46:38 02/22/02 Fri Author Host/IP: webcacheB09a.cache.pol.co.uk/195.92.168.171 Alien Dancing Pants III: Galifrean G-string *If you don’t know what a Melvyn is, think yourself lucky. Welcome to my tale, A tale of terror and crime, One concerning a Galifrean G-string, Underwear out of time. One day I went outside, To fetch the washing from the line, There hanging next to my man stuff, Was a G-string oh so fine. It was gold and silky – lovely! Brighter than the sun it shone, I checked that no one was looking, And slipped the G-string on. WHIZZ WOO I travelled through time - The G-string’s hidden power, It could travel across temporal space, To any day, minute or hour. We travelled through history, To the future, to the past, I witnessed many wonderful happenings, The whole experience was a blast. But the G-string had other motives, For showing me such delights, It wanted to change history, To rule us all outright! “You will be my vessel,” it told me, “You and no other, But if you do not obey, A Melvyn you will suffer!” Just to prove its point, As we travelled through 1492, The string gave me such a Melvyn, That it turned my bits all blue! “Not a chance!” I yelled, I had always been a fighter, Yet through the next two centuries, The G-string pulled even tighter. As we reached the industrial age, The G-string felt like a clamp, Gritting my teeth I ripped it off, Threw it down and on it stamped! “Without me you’ll never get home!” it cackled, As it took my mean attack, “You’ll be stuck in this bygone age, Without a hope of getting back!” The string was right, of course, Without it I didn’t like my chances, But better to be stuck in time, Than a vessel for demented ladies fancies. Yet as I dealt the killing blow, To my alien underwear, It whispered with utter glee, “There are more of us out there!” [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]