Editor's note: Mr Alexandar would be delighted if any of these humble verses were to lead the reader toward their own keyboard. However, please remember that the world disapproves of plagiarism.
As you can see, I look remarkably like the late Jon Pertwee playing Dr Who. Unlike the great Doctor, I am not a Time Lord. Just a bloke in a cloak. For a joke. OK?
My all-time favourite rock album is THE WHO BY NUMBERS, by The Who. Quite a coincidence, really. I am one of the fifty million counted by W.H.O., listed in their alphabet, the same one used by Shelley, Sheila's Wheels, and Shakespeare, in shanties and the shouts of rock fans in arenas, translated into I don't know how many languages, to be read by you, dear reader, whoever you may be.
Red diesel train makes exactly the right sound. Or perhaps The note is colouring my visual perception? I hear before seeing, even though Light travels faster. At water level sight is on the lowest Fenland horizontal. Any bed of reeds can get in the way. But a blare Travels the sky that joins me to it. So can a locomotive's multi-media signal
Seemto contradict the law of physics. But what do I know? I'm only a poet.