In Memoriam, Bill Pertwee

So Farewell then, Bill Pertwee,
Tonight, a light went out,
It's what you would've wanted.

In Memoriam, Paul Shane

So farewell then, Paul Shane,
Bye-de-bye.

The Slynky

Slynky, Slynky, burning bright,

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye,

Could untangle you now?

Jellybean Colossus

Oh, Jelly Bean colossus,

Landmark of our city,

Kids have picked away your technicolor coat

And now they've had to cordon you off.

I was disappointed to find you were not

A Jelly Bean colossus through and through,

Beneath your coat, you are just plastic,

And little scabs of glue

And you taste disgusting too.

And now there is a man,

Whose job it is,

To watch you all the live long day,

And shout at all the tiny people

Who try and take your Jelly Beans away.

I wonder what he thinks about,

Custodian of the Bull,

I wonder if he loves or hates you,

Or thinks of you at all.

It's interesting that each new morning,

Your coat has been repaired,

Because that means there is a person,

Who carries the unusual burden,

That once the shopping day is done,

And Birmingham has been abandoned

To the setting sun

Who, once the shopping centre's closed,

Sits down with Jelly Beans and glue,

And tends, and loves and cares for you,

And slowly sews a new bean coat,

To make you beautiful.

I wonder what he's getting paid.

Marty Brown

Marty Brown was a moth-eaten man,

With biros lost in his hair,

People said he was a professor of History,

Though no one was quite sure where

He specialised in the coinage of Louis the German,

A subject he had chosen
Because he was certain,

It was the most boring topic under the sun,

And people would leave him alone

At dinner parties and in taxi queues,

People would ask him, 'what do you do?'

He would tell them,

'The coinage of Louis the German'

And they would look down at their shoes.

But one day he met a moth-eaten man,

Who asked him, 'What do you do?'

And when Marty replied,

The man looked in his eyes,

And said 'Oh shit, I do too'

They stared at each other,

For an hour and a half,

Neither one saying a word,

And then tacitly agreed,

To go their own ways,

And tell no one of what they had learnt.