O! Caroline O! George Poem by Sylvia Chidi

O! Caroline O! George



O! Caroline, O! Caroline
What are you doing on the streets of Leicester square?
Sitting and soliciting on the road for loose change
Wearing tattered clothes and flying smelly careless hair
Why is the elegant lady I once knew acting very strange?

O! George, O! George
Maybe it is because you left me
Forgetting to pay me
An annual maintenance fee
Maybe it is because you left me
Without leaving behind your Ferrari key
Maybe it is because you left me
Bare all alone, after sex behind the Iroko tree
Can't you see, you were my only golden key to be free
Until you did a three hundred and sixty degree!

O! Caroline, O! Caroline
I have no one right now to make me
My early morning cup of warm tea!
At times I looked out at the bright sea
Wondering how far you had sailed
Not realizing you were nearby and have terribly failed
You always meant the world to me
It saddens me to see this is what happened to we
I take my time now and plea
Let bygone be bygone and let us once again be

O! Caroline, O! Caroline
Is there a chance we could start again?
O! George, O! George
I knew up there in your brain, you were always insane

Have you forgotten those perfect nights?
Even with Viagra, when you couldn’t get it up
Or when you refused to let me out of your sight
You were worried I would portray you as a flop

You lavished me with gifts and treasures
I had taste with style and high standards
But today my poverty one can easily measure
As I pitifully continuously demand
For change with a bottle of alcohol in one hand

It was always your money
While you were chasing the honeys
That made my days with you sunny
As I eventually laid-off the true meaning of horny

O! Caroline, O! Caroline
Is there a chance we could start again?
O! George, O! George
Will you lavish me with jewelry in the rain?

O! Caroline, O! Caroline
Is there a chance we could start again?
O! George, O! George
Will you ensure I have daily champagne?

O! Caroline, O! Caroline
Is there a chance we could start again?
O! George, O! George
I've always wanted to visit Australia, Asia, Africa and Spain?

O! Caroline, O! Caroline
Seriously I say for the last time very plain
Is there a chance we could start again?
O! George, O! George
Are we flying first class or taking the train?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
The poet known as kiibaati 19 January 2007

It has to be the train with this one.

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