Davros’ Bitching


I feel like posting a bit of idiotically self-indulgent doggerel that’s been floating about in my mind for the last several hours, screaming to be horrifically inflicted on an unsuspecting and undeserving world.

Here goes, with all due apologies to the BBC:

I am Lord of Skaro, master of entropy.

The Fourth Doctor's impractically long scarf b...I seek to rule the Cosmos, all that shall ever be.

I met the man named Doctor,

Scion of Gallifrey.

He foiled my ambitions,

Every K-9 has it’s day.

Oh, how I loathe the Time Lords,

Only one of whom is left,

He set me back for aeons,

And of all plans bereft.

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