Sir Jimmy Savile
Sir Jimmy Savile's die is cast: a seven,
And so he's taken up (we hope) to heaven.
No longer shall this bleached-haired man embark
On jogs or marathons round Roundhay Park.
I have to thank this man for being alive,
For in the past he used to run a dive,
A disco called the "Mecca", Leeds, West Yorks.,
A hangout, I suspect, for all the dorks,
But there my parents met, and so began,
The increase of what Jocks would call my clan,
And that is why I'm writing this here verse,
Instead of not existing (which is worse?).
I'd like to say the latter (ipse dixit),
But let's be sure: we'll write to "Jim'll Fix It".
And so he's taken up (we hope) to heaven.
No longer shall this bleached-haired man embark
On jogs or marathons round Roundhay Park.
I have to thank this man for being alive,
For in the past he used to run a dive,
A disco called the "Mecca", Leeds, West Yorks.,
A hangout, I suspect, for all the dorks,
But there my parents met, and so began,
The increase of what Jocks would call my clan,
And that is why I'm writing this here verse,
Instead of not existing (which is worse?).
I'd like to say the latter (ipse dixit),
But let's be sure: we'll write to "Jim'll Fix It".