A poem, by Purple Ronnie....I mean Chris Paddon

Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom

Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't have any fun,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't even like the sun,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom went to the zoo,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom spent it on the loo,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom wanted to go in the sky,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom were afraid to fly,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom went to Wales on holiday,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom watched the chickens lay,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't go to the football,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom were answering Business Calls.

Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't like spontaneity,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't like treating girls like a deity,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't like to cook,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom preferred to read a book,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom didn't watch tele,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom said it made them horny,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom couldn't get it up,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom blamed it on her rump,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom had a girl in bed,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom fell asleep instead.

Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom spent the night on the phone,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom were always alone,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom lived lonely lives,
Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom dug their own graves.


- Chris Paddon


This poem is dedicated to Mr Boring and Dr. Boredom themselves, James and Paul