I’ve always thought
The word overused
But Victoria Wood
Really was a genius.
But there is darkness
Where once a light
shone
The bright light
Of an enduring star
Which is now
extinguished.
But not in our hearts
For there she burns
still
As her laughter always
will
If I have to pick just one Gem
From her creative
canon
Then “The Ballad of
Barry and Freda”
Would have to be the
one
The pace and delivery
of wit
Hits you like a comic
volley
Like “Bend me over
backwards
On me Hostess trolley”
Great Humour filled
lines
Delivered oh so
sleekly
Like “Beat me on the
bottom
With a Woman’s weekly”
Or “Come and melt the
buttons
On me flameproof
nightie”
I can picture her
singing it
To St P and God
almighty
