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]

Wonderful

[along-for-the-ride]

Very clever, Chookie.
We are waiting for Oscars reaction.

[Peter Lake]

Originally Posted by along-for-the-ride

Very clever, Chookie.
We are waiting for Oscars reaction.

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