The Ballad of Captain Kleenex
A figure made of moisture, bright and white,
He burst from the Vortex, demanding things be right.
From the Sanitary Empire his mission was clear:
To conquer the cosmos with zero smear.
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“I am Captain Kleenex!” he cried in the hall,
“Before my disinfected wrath, ye shall all fall!
My throne is of tissue, my helmet of gauze,
I crush temporal dirt with meticulous laws!”
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But the Time Lord in scarves, with his manic grin wide,
Saw the flaw in the fabric where Kleenex did hide.
For a villain so clean, so precise, and so quaint,
Met his end in the place that his nature did taint.
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He boasted, “My paper is quilted! You’ll lose!”
Poo simply said, “Then prepare to refuse
The flow of the ages, the Chrono-U-Bend!”
And flushed the whole battle right down to the end.
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Now just a wet memory, a blip in the drain,
The Captain’s pure spirit will rise up again…
Perhaps in the pipes, or the future’s soft cloths,
To fight the good fight against temporal moths.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 