This article is from the The Young Ones FAQ, by Andrew Wong BritCom@audiophile.com with numerous contributions by others.
For your delectation and delight, some of Rick's superb poems...
Sometimes it must be difficult not to feel as if
You really are a Cliff
When fascists keep trying to push you over it
Are they the lemmings?
Or are you Cliff?
Or are you, Cliff?
(According to Jon Drukman, it's the second line that makes sense but Rick
has to go and mess up his own poem :)
House, house, house
Oh, you are made of stone
But you are not alone
First, an extreme close-up of Rick squeezing a spot/boil/pimple
And sometimes down
But always around.
Pollution, are you coming to my town?
Or am I coming to yours?
We're on different buses, pollution
But we're both using petrol
Long, blue boomerang...
The People's Poem (FLOOD)
What do you think you're doing, pig?
Do you really give a fig, pig?
And what's your favourite sort of gig, pig?
Or the black and white minstrel show?
Rick's Teen Anguish Poem (from the book)
am I so much more sensitive than everybody else ?
do I feel things so much more acutely than them,
and understand so much more.
I bet I'm the first person who's ever felt as rotten as this.
could it be
that I'm going to grow up
to be a great poet and thinker, and all those other wankers in my class
are going to have to work in factories or go on the dole?
yes, I think it could.
Rick's Trotsky poem (from the book)
Today, I saw a dog,
Yes, a dog.
Talking to a pig,
Yes, a pig.
They were on the pavement,
Not brotsky or crotsky or drotsky or frotsky.