I'd like to be with Sarah Jane but do not live in Ealing.
I'd like to run through the back streets and experience that wonderful feeling.
I'd like to know that emotion, when in your face is death.
I'd like to know that Luke is there to save my final breath.
Rani and Clyde will be there too to pass the time with jokes.
But as the plot develops they'll be far from passing pokes.
Then Sarah Jane will save the day with only seconds to spare.
Luke, Clyde and Rani will be my hero's, yet they shrug without a care.
This daily life seems normal to them have I missed something true?
Sarah Jane starts her tale of a man whose box is blue...
Short poem as I was bored. Poetry isn't my normal thing but, I probably won't do it again.
Please review!
~SalJCDKS