'What I Want'? Good poem, but the title is frankly NOT BAD AT ALL.
Perhaps what Lucy wants is something like this:
My Friend Jimmy Savile
Midnight in Leeds Infirmary;
The nurses were sleeping sound,
And so was the security man
When Jimmy did his round.
He had the fame of a telly star
And he mixed with royalty,
But he loved the ordinary guys and gals,
Jimmy Savile, O.B.E.
He found the weak and vulnerable
In borstal or hospice wing,
And he felt for every kid he found
For feeling was his thing.
When I think how those kids loved Jim
Tears well behind my lids,
And truly I can't tell you all
The ways he loved those kids.
I'm now working on The Pleasures of Flatulence.
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