Morph, my plasticine geezer

Morph, my plasticine friend.

Bloody hell, what days of lunacy
Watching my old friend on TV
Your squeaky voice of nonsensical
Cursing, the anger, hysterical.

I nicknamed you 'Ludvic', the 'Great'
Manipulating body parts, with breaks
The way you walked around the set
Geezer of all geezers, my worldly pet.

Strutting around, hands on hips
Giving your cousin more alien tips
Mischievous and unruly beyond point
Dreams of Morph, rolling a joint.

Plastic explosion, the ultimate doctrine
creation of my creme-de-la dream
Morph Ludvic, a surgeon of self-repair
In awe, a fan out there, somewhere.

I should have moulded my self in heat
Plasticine lovers to meet
Performing on your tiny stage
Morph, the Great, in rage!

Geezer, we could have pulled our skin
Made shapes and faces of our kin
Head butted in fights and play
My hero, before Bart, any day.

Ps?Err..Bart, you're still the tops dandy! xxx