A Poem About The Imminent Arrival Of David Tennant At My House (Probably)
In Britain it is now October the 23rd
And that means I must interject a self-promotional word
Because it is my birthday, and I'm now thirty-six
(Which, I'd like to point out, is the age of all the most happening chicks)
So please pardon me for blowing my own trumpet
And tell the Birthday Fairy that what I'd really like is a nice bit of crumpet...