Oh, Derren Brown,
With your goatee beard
And hazel eyes that,
I wish at me they leered.
Oh, Master Brown
With hair colour sand.
I yearn for you to put,
A needle through MY hand.
Dearest Derren,
If only you knew
I so desire to play,
New Mastermind with you.
So, Derren Brown
You�ll know if you read this
From my picnic basket,
I�m a sandwich a miss!
by Shakespeares Sister-In -Law
Yes, i am mental
Yes, you are a mentalist
No, i am not ill