My memories of Alice are fond
She was talkative, slender and blonde
But she vomited twice
As she tried to entice
Me into an intimate bondDoubtless, her middle-class ways
Were effective in Bromley and Hayes
But her squat full of mice
And her pubic lice
Showed a rather off-putting malaiseI would love to see Alice once more
Upright, not sprawled out on the floor
But she spurned my advice
On the issue of price
Disappeared, and passed into folklore


