published: 8 /
9 /
2022
In his 'Evidently Spencertown' poetry column Spencer Robertshaw pays tribute to a friend who has recently passed away.
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Oki, Oki, Oki, Oi, Oi, Oi
The brightest light
The quickest foil
Bring on the night
Take it to the boil
Dip in his hip
And glide in his stride
Polish your shoes
and take a ride
Dressed to kill
Danced to burn
Don't stand still
Turn baby turn
Soul to soul
Jazz and funk
Spin it round
He ain't no punk
Quick with wit
Drop a one liner
Won't keep still
Might give you a shiner
Willy Smith threads
Gucci shoes
Always turned heads
Slicker than smooth
Sunday mornings
Footy for sure
Laughter not yawning
Hangover cure
We heard the news
Hard to sink in
Oki's left us
All stirred from within
Gone too soon
To be missed by all
Goodbye , God bless brother
We really had a ball