Inspired by an argument between two friends, over whether a limited edition model kit of Morbius was furry or not...
Morbius is furry,
Morbius is hairy,
Morbius is hirsute,
Morbius is scary.
Around Solon's castle, the wind it did gust,
And much like Peri, he had a nice bust.
But this was of Morbius, a nasty Time Lord,
Out of his mind, out of his gourd.
Executed on the planet of Karn.
In the open air, not in a barn.
A bit of a chancer, a bit of a git.
God this poem really is s**t.
He expected a bod like the bionic man,
But it ended up looking like Chewbacca's nan,
He was very unhappy, a little bit sick,
Much like the writer, poor old Terrance Dicks.
Morbius is furry,
He wants the Doctor's head,
Morbius is furry,
You know he'll end up dead.
He was built up from lots of bits of the dead,
He was blessed with a goldfish bowl for a head.
Created by Solon, most barmy of surgeons.
He was tossed off (a cliff), by a shedload of virgins.
Morbius is furry,
He got a hand from Condo,
Morbius is furry,
Coz Stuart Fell sez so.