Come on guys we have a duty to this little fella, he's in identity crisis through no fault of his own.......
I'm just a simple 1970 s man,
Someone trying to make me someone, that's not who I am,
For three score years and one or two more,
In the loft I have waited, for some one to open the the little door.
With spiders and dust sat amidst the bric a brac,
There were times when I thought it, I just couldn't hack.
But then all at once, the loft filled with light,
My release was at hand, an end to my plight.
To my amazement no sounds of disco, no Starsky and Hutch
No Flares or long hair, well I didn't like that so much.
But wait ! what is happening? my cloth cape has has been taken from me,
Oh no....oh my goodness whats that I can see?
A hand me down cloak, is that vinyl then?
Oh yes, it's been purloined form poor uncle Ben!
I hear him desperately crying out, whilst laid on the floor,
"This is not the cape you are looking for"
His words are desperate, but all are in vain,
His Jedi powers over the years don't remain.
Now here I stand in identity crisis....I'm a sham!
Come on! Have a heart ...truly you know who I am.
I feel all is lost, I feel so unclean,
A simple Cloth cape Jawa I have always been.
What some people will do just to make a few quid,
Whats next...a tie died red cape for my friend Mr Squid!
Take heed when I'm sat with bids on the bay,
Remember what Jedi would surely say,
Don't let your eyes fool you, To own a false VCJ for unfounded pride,
That is truly the path to ruin, the path to the Dark side.
So bidders beware don't fall for this trick,
Please don't buy me, the BIN button don't click!
Then maybe myself Once again I can be,
Proud to be what I am, to be bought for just being me.
Send out the warnings...tell all who you can!
A rescue mission for this 1970 s man