I have spent many nights
in Oscar's gutter, but a
cloud -or two- obscured
the stars. A lifted, shifted
head would lay me low
in hangover street pain, again.
The company was fine
and more than handy; Sandy
or Rita and memorably Dave,
who came dressed as Vesta's
coarser sister. More sheets
to the wayward wind and sinned
against more than singing
maudlin tin-pan-Sally-from-the-alley
drunkards' songs to policemen.

Comments
chuck | May 16, 2009 - 16:37
Vesta's sister? Would that be Juno...or one of the Vestales? Nice to see Oscar made it into the Pantheon.
Ewan | May 17, 2009 - 07:23
It's a bit of cross-dressing joke; although Vesta Tilley probably didn't have a sister in any case. People in the racket-y life often aren't too fussy what kind of strangers they find comfort in, are they?
Sikander | May 17, 2009 - 20:20
Lovely playful use of words that has the whole piece singing. Very cleverly done.
Great work.
jennifer | May 18, 2009 - 22:29
Lyrical and tongue-twisting. Now get drunk and try to read it aloud!
J x