Holly Go Round
I had given up on Holly, since the time,
(When rather jolly) , she had
Leapt between the covers of
My friend, Rick Barnard's bed.
She had been apologetic, had
Been feeling quite splenetic, could
I 'just ignore, forget it? '
I won't tell you what I said!
So she went to live with Harry,
Then I heard she'd married Gary,
But was playing up with Larry,
How the rumours seemed to grow!
I'd begun to favour Mitsy, who
It's true, was often tipsy,
And was too much of a gypsy, so
I had to let her go.
Then this Gary came to see me
And he sat there, not too near me
As he'd heard I could be vengeful
Over women, as you know.
And he knew I'd been with Holly
So he said that he was sorry,
But she'd thrown herself upon him
And she wouldn't let him go!
So I sat and said, 'What is it?
To what purpose is your visit,
You have won the girl I wanted
And there's nothing I can do!
But his face grew ill, and crumbled,
As his words began to stumble…
'I might have a proposition that
Could just appeal to you! '
Then quietly, I listened
To the plot that he had christened,
And I must admit my jaw had dropped
As he began to wail;
'I've made mistakes a-plenty
In my life, well over twenty,
But I have to make it up to you -
So Holly's up for sale! '
'I've put her on the market
To the highest bidding target,
And I knew you'd want to bid for her
And she would like it too,
But she knows I'm not a kidder
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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