For Oscar

[Chookie]

There moving in a mirror clear

Which hangs before her all the year

Shadows of a world appear

There she sees her Gordon dear

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

But when the moon was in the sky

Two young Tories passed her by

“Alas, alack, oh woe is me did cry

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

She left the brush, she left the room

She kicked the cat across the room

She saw her ganja was in bloom

She thought her chances down the flume

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

O'er flew the cat both high an wide

The mirror cracked from side to side

“Alas, alack, oh woe is me cried

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

As the stormy winds they strained

She thought all her hopes had waned

The river in its' banks complained

Heavily the sky it rained

On the lass who lost the plot

Down she went an stole a boat

Tied beside a barge afloat

And round the front she wrote

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

Then down the river's wide expanse

Like a Welshie in trance

Seeing all her own mischance

With a glaikit countenance

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

Then at the ending of the day

She dropped the chain, an down she lay

The river took her took her far away

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

Below a high-rise balcony

By burnt-out car and gallery

a shapeless shape she floated by

Deid-white between the houses high

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

But ere she reached upon the tide

The first house at the waterside

She was singing, that's why she died

Our Oscar, she who lost the plot

[abbey]

:wah:

Wonderful

[along-for-the-ride]

Very clever, Chookie.

We are waiting for Oscars reaction.

[Peter Lake]

along-for-the-ride;1084988 wrote: Very clever, Chookie.

We are waiting for Oscars reaction.


I am sure Oscar will have plenty to say on the matter.