I remember Alan
That blonde haired
And blue eyed boy,
To my sister he was
The stuff of dreams
She couldn't contain her joy.
She'd see him
With his brothers
Early on a Friday night,
With his smart uniform
And immaculate, perfect quiff
He really was a sight.
My sister wanted to marry Alan
But sadly
It just couldn't be,
Because he was
Just a puppet
And the pilot of Thunderbird 3.
Phil Hall August 2014
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