Jan of the Lost Vino

I did but see her passing by,
In frantic search of glasses:
"Oh! where," said she, "have my spectacles gone?"
"Are they lost in those champagne soaked long grasses?"

I did but see her park the car,
As she cruised to the Campus 'On Strand,
But a ticket appeared, as the car was downgeared
So the budget was less than first planned.
 
There was movement in the staffroom,
For the word was passed around,
That the Junior Head was on.........Yet she was not?
For she was chasing wild CHIP children
And her duty she forgot;
And that parking fine was worth a Thousand Pound.

 

She was teaching when I knew her,
So I wrote these verses to her,
Chosing ryhme and lack of reason from the writers near and far:
And an answer came directed from a GG well respected,
"Jan is in retirement and we dont know where she are."
 
In my wild erratic fancy, visions come to me of Janny,
Gone a-driving, "down the Eastside" where retired ladies go,
And as the staff attend to triers, ....Jan stalks the sales at Myers,
For the Ex-Heads life has pleasures that other teachers never know.
 
And I somehow rather fancy, that I'd like to swap with Janny;
Like to take a turn at shopping where the bargains come and go:
While she's faced the dreaded campus, both on seaside and on pampus,
We shall miss this lovely Lady,
Jan of The Lost Vino.
 

¤Aü§Póꆙ¤  March 2001
* I acknowledge a very rigid similarity to the works of Banjo Patterson in this verse which was written for a very lovely lady who was leaving the school I once taught at in the early nineties. Great works are often the inspiration of meagre talents,...and I must confess to having had a love affair with A.B. and his works from the day I discovered verse could make us laugh.............and cry!*

* I did but see her.............* quote from: Robert Menzies