Perfect Ten

I've listened to your "Perfect Ten" and thought of Ren and Red,
Of Bob Hoskins, and Phill and Phil, and their two dads both dead,
I recalled Lanyard Sharpie; Westwood; and Singapore,
Columbo, bees, and bishops bashed since 1974
You'd do S. Palin, or H. Clinton, even J Agutter,
And then you'd create Finger Boy; of Joss Stone you would mutter.
You love vitamin water, "Rum Dos!", and that upturned hat
And Mr Fry, and that small bell, and Biffin's Bridge at that
But what I've learnt from all of this, and I hope you have too
Is that Tuesdays are happiness, when listening to you.

Glenn Reuben

Phil and Phills
Podcast is on my i-pod
Makes me happy

Peter Brissenden

There once were two men named Phil(l)
With a hat and a microphone they'd thrill
By recording their podcasts
For their listenership which was vast
So much laughter it'd make you feel ill!

Carol Fanning

Phil and Phill
went up a hill
to fetch a pint of vodka
unaware of the ancient crime
concealed within a pre-contraceptive rhyme
of Jack the lad and his sprightly trollop
of hairy backs, Bob Hoskins and, wallop
of Angela Lansbury and seventies Ska
moshing to one and wanking as well,
and then Stephen Fry did ring my bell

Dominic O'Rourke

Phill and Phil's Perfect Ten
Ukelele delight
What is in the hat?

Angela Hind

When the telly's no more
and the radio dead
we'll listen to the podcast
as we snuggle in bed.

The dulcet tones
of Phil(l) times two
will dance through the air
and a Mister Fry too

Happiness ensues
as the cursing begins
foul-mouthed loveliness
mouths form grins

We thank you for
your filthy fun
and hope your podcasts
have just begun

Matt Whitby