Lucy, oh Lucy, oh sweet, sweet Lucy
My love for her is deeper than the deep blue seaLucy, oh Lucy, oh sweet, sweet Lucy
I’d be a gander to her goosey, gooseyIf I was sharing a house with sweet Lucy
I would remember to lower the loo seat
Lucy, oh Lucy, oh sweet, sweet Lucy
For her I’d do an impression of Brucie
(All right, my loves?)Lucy, oh Lucy, oh sweet, sweet Lucy
For her I’d train hard and become a Q.C.She’s a good looking lass is our Lucy
She’s much better looking than Stanley TucciLucy, oh Lucy, oh sweet, sweet Lucy
I wouldn’t mind if she dyed her hair puceyLucy, oh Lucy, oh sweet, sweet Lucy
I’d join her singing Ay Ay Ay Ay MooseyI wrote this daft verse for a lass named Lucy
’cause I don’t half fancy her a lot, you seeP.S. Although this poem’s about Lucy
Notice I haven’t rhymed her name with juicy
(Oh bugger!)
First written 2003-09-17
Completed 2017-07-06
The final couplets put in place were the Q.C., pucey and Moosey.
For those of you not immersed in British culture, “Brucie” is a nickname of the entertainer Bruce Forsyth, who has amongst his catchphrases “All right my loves?”; “Ay Ay Ay Ay Moosey” is a 1981 song by Modern Romance.
I think I wrote this because I really wanted to rhyme “Lucy” and “loo seat”!
M. Robert Gibson 