A TARDIS FOR A TARD:

Thursday had always been the day

the Toad gets shopping out the way.

Last week her plans had never changed

so Mettro's work was pre-arranged.

The Toad hadnt even left the 'burb

when Manuel pulled up at the curb.

His golden car and lights agleaming

his handsome face & smile all beaming.

He may as well have told the Toad

"I'm here to check when you leave this road

for theres work to be done, while

youre out having fun".

(So if we send spikes and surges all day

to set his alarm off - he'll surely pay

to have some kind soul help and show him the way

to sort out his system and say its okay?

Then no longer are needed Kitt i and Kitt ii

and Freds Pilot lights can be pensioned off too.

We'll use Cassim's roof with the beautiful view

and Tardis will do all the rest whoohoohooo!!)

He left & the Toad then turned to her friend

somethings up & I simply cannot pretend

to be blase cos in the end

our streetlights are burning and its way past eight

I'll bet you a million that he's got a date

with Pinky & the Brainz at Number 2's gate!

When Toad got back from the shops that day

things had certainly changed in a very big way.

The Mettro droog who watched her return

panicked a bit and some rubber did burn.

to warn the guys that were on the job

that the Toad was home and the whole darned mob

should get off the roof in a great big hurry

& into their bakkies they would have to scurry.

The Toad just smiled and later that night

when the sun was gone and the stars shone bright

she took a stroll out onto her lawn

to see what wonders had been born.

and sure enough, it came to pass

the Tardis stood there made of glass

with light waves pulsing in the dark

while nothing moved down in the Park

but the ticking of the Time machine

cutting loudly thru the quiet scene.

She gazed down South and there did see

a sight that made her dance with glee.

Across the roof of Cassims home

there danced a string of lights that shone

and glittered and she saw

they'd not been there the night before.

So beaming broadly she looked at the sky

the wicked twinkle in her eye

and once again she croaked out her song

to the greedy, corrupt and wicked that do wrong...

You Teklom tecchies and Mettro drones

get off your ladders and put down your phones

pack up your sensors and cctvs

for the Toad gives a toss and its wasted on me ..