Sticky Vicky Retires
by Joanne Oliver
She didn't have a hat
So didn't conjour from that.
No magic box is here
From which stuff can appear (oh dear)
For several shows a night
She stood under burning lights
While many souls drank beer
And saw a show, most queer.
Her name suggests she's sticky.
But she seemed a dry bird, Vicky.
To pull out flags and scarves
Our Vicky didn't do things by halves.
The pubs will need new bottle openers
And places their bulbs to light.
For Vicky has put nanna knickers on.
And bid Benidorm goodnight.
