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Mike Godwin once asserted that as arguments progress,
The temperature is rising and your logic's in a mess,
The probability becomes increasingly near unity
That someone mentions Hitler to establish their immunity
From all further rebuttals. It is certain online dynamite
Comparing your opponent to this infamous anti-Semite.
A similar phenomenon occurs when you're together With friends about your age; you may well
talk about the weather But the longer you continue and the greater
the drink provision The more likely it is that someone will mention
children's television.
In the following half hour we are taken far away
To a time when all we cared about was eating, sleep, and play;
A time when we enjoyed some grand adventures make-believe.
There's something truly magic about being so naïve.
When Spotty Man sprinkled his fine cosmic dust,
Producing a hero both fearless and just, A magic word whispered sufficed to complete
Transformation to SuperTed; nemesis of Texas Pete.
When Eric, a boy of Acacia road, Wolfs down a banana his torso explodes
To reveal a toned abdomen, striking cyan. For Eric is flying, invulnerable, Bananaman.
A one-eyed white mouse with a flash yellow car;
His first name is Danger; a true spying star. He'd keep us dead quiet; some peace for our
mums Until we all fell about laughing when Penfold
shrieked, "Crumbs!"
A theme-park ride accident leaves six young teens
Marooned in a realm where they're gifted the means
To oppose evil Venger and dragon attack, But despite three full seasons of role-play
they never got back.
I'm so lucky to be a child of the eighties; When heartfelt endeavour was spent to create
these Bold characters, stunning in so many ways.
What a comfort to know they'll be with me through all of my days.
Raggy Dolls, Bertha, a Postman called Pat, Mr Men, He-Man, and Henry's fat Cat.
Wombles, Dogtanian, and Jimbo's Jet Set. Such a cast no young children could ever forget.
An overnight snowfall; a quickly formed plan: A young boy starts building a kindly snowman.
They wreak merry havoc before all our hair Stands on end and we gasp open-mouthed as
they run hand in hand over fields, over trees, over sea, over land... Walking in the Air!
And now I imagine myself there inside An adventure so treacherous; nowhere to hide.
I rescue a maiden so scared she had cried; She kisses my cheek and my chest swells with
pride, And I thank all my cartoon role-models from
deep In my heart as my eyelids descend and I fall
fast asleep.
All kids have this gift; all children the same;
Whichever their race and whatever their name; They couldn't care less about money or fame.
It's the beautiful common ambition to do something special to help other people that's really
the game.