LOIS LESTER Poem by Nyk de Vries

I met Lois Lester in 1956 and realised immediately that he was a strange character. We were walking through Chinatown when he pulled out a dagger and plunged it straight into his stomach. He wasn't dead, but we had to rush to hospital like mad things. There I spent almost the entire evening talking to Sister Anna and hardly a fortnight later we were married. What else is there to say? Why wait any longer for the one you love when she's sitting right next to you?