And the challenge was to think of a sentence, half it, throw away the second half then write as many different endings as you wanted, then ditch the first half and make the poem with the remains. I think.
Which led to my Britgeek poem. Keep going, it's down there somewhere.
For all other passengers on Bill's drive of the legendary TFE's Poetry Bus, see here:
http://usuallyconfined.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry-bus-passenger-list.html









If I Were Dr Who I Would
Dream of my first home,
first faces;
forever knowing
you can never truly go back.
Take a millennium or two
to read everything ever written
in its own language.
To be inside a book
you must swallow its tongue.
Be there at the Big Bang,
although that begs the question,
be where at the Big Bang?
Gaze at galaxies’ formation:
the absolute beauty
of the zero of space.
Travel through time
and talk with kings,
then compare all they had said
with the queens.
Wonder why I always
look so bloody human,
when I am from quite another
place, if not time.
All time can be mine.
Definitely get the velvet jacket
off my third incarnation -
and the bouffant do too,
that was a bit of a classic.
Ponder why it is evil races,
always have evil names?
Have more casual sex…
have some casual sex.
But most of all, go back and get
lovely, loincloth Leela
the hell out
to make sure she never marries
that twat Richard Dawkins.
Oh no, that was Lalla Ward,
wasn’t it?
And she was Romana.
Or Romana II?
Didn’t wear leather,
didn’t carry a knife
and a Lady in real life.
I tell you what, it’d be easier
to be an old man again.
People expect your memory to go a bit.
Leela (Louise Jameson)
Lady Lalla Ward (Romana II)