Gorgeous George.(Poem)

 
GORGEOUS GEORGE 
 
Sometimes I think that people are dead and they're not 
--George Melly (1926-2007) 
 
   Standing under the light you were, your hair plastered flat on your 
      head, 
   Standing there plain in the rain, and looking far from well. 
   Says I, "It's good to see you, George. I thought you were bloody 
      dead." 
   Says you, "How true, but how can you bloody tell?" 
 
   I'm as wise as a rabbit, as sad as a stone, 
   As late as a lemur and long as alone, 
   As merry as Manchester, huge as my hat, 
   As free as a fairy and better than that. 
 
   So you take from your suit a long cheroot and your hand is firm and 
      steady, 
   While the smoke goes curling, swirling upwards like a prayer. 
   And you're standing tall doing bugger all, no, not till ...