The song of the unfortunates

Blue box

I'm waiting for a blue box,

So I can run away.

I'm waiting for a blue box,

So I can leave today.

The box is bigger inside,

And smaller on the out.

But if this box crash landed.

For help I'd have to shout.

Maybe I'll see a planet,

Or aliens on the moon.

And though I'll be gone a long time,

I'll be back very soon.

I'd like to meet a doctor,

Who doesn't mind my scars,

But takes me in his big blue box,

And shows me all the stars.

So if you're reading this poem,

A mad man with a box,

Then please come and find me,

I need you lots and lots.