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There
was once a man named Kerr,
Who was a rather interesting sir, With computers he was great, But Del Tarrant he did hate, And he definately suited leather, not fur! BY CAZ |
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There
was a dashing man named Del,
Whose teeth were as white as hell, Said Avon to him, Why are my teeth so dim, Cos I’m better than you replied Del. BY CAZ |
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There
was a man who said “Well”,
How much we never could tell, It was such a great amount, I always lost count, I think it was just to annoy del! BY CURRER WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM CAZ |
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There
once was a man named Gan,
His intellect, he found, was quite wan. Despite this apparent flaw, The Federation cannot him immure, But a great heap of masonry can. BY MANDA |
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There
was a woman called Cally,
She never did dilly-dally, With Avon she seemed, To love, and she dreamed, And, who can blame her, that intelligent Cally? BY CURRER |
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There
was a computer called Orac,
The Federation computers he did hack, Got him from an old geezer, Surely ‘t’would be easier. To simply stuff him in a sack! BY CURRER AND A LITTLE HELP FROM CAZ |
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Ze
Klute was a right pot-toss,
At him the boys all did goss, He thought he was so smart, But Vila, with his cowardly heart, Showed him who was boss. BY CAZ AND CURRER |
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There
was a computer called Slave,
Who was as much fun as a rave, He was so polite, But Avon was too up tight, But the crew Slave did save! BY CURRER |
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There
was a lass called Dayna,
Out of her and Avon was saner, Killed federation with bows, But nobody knows, Whether her and Del were together BY CAZ AND CURRER |
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Gan
was wide and Gan was tall,
While Avon was thin and small, The Federation and weight he defied, Pity he didn’t hear as Avon cried: “GAN! WATCH OUT FOR THAT WALL!” CAZ AND CURRER |
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There
once was a page of Blake's 7 Limericks
A place to have fun and getyour kicks The rhyming was endless The irony nonetheless Always contrived with maximum gimmicks Maurice Brandman  |
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On
Gauda Prime's Gallery Floor
Kerr Avon saw Blake was no more With a shot from his gun. Then his friends, on the run Died as Fed soldiers rushed through the door. Patrick Chapman |
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Is
Blake the right man to admire
a goal for us all to aspire, Or should there be more for the fans to adore, Than a drop-out who tried to retire. Count the ways that this man of renown all too often let everyone down How he killed off poor Gan when the series began With an arrogant uncaring frown No, on Blake you could never rely you would end with a tear in your eye So lets just for the "Crack" give young villa a whack Cause at least he would Bloody well TRY!!! lyndonw
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Mostly
about Vilakins, my favourite...
There
was a proud hacker called Avon
There
was a light-fingered young Delta
There
is a young rebel called Vila
There
was a pleasure-loving young thief There
was a young pilot called Del
Nico
Mody-Nikoloff |
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There
once was a rebel called Blake
Whose principles, always at stake, Were eventually tried To the limit. He died At the hand of a paranoid snake. Patrick Chapman |
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