Circus Of Heaven
A poem by Lloyd Hollett
Beyond the gates of heaven, you’ll see all is calm and snowy,
They’re all sitting in their chairs, listening to songs by David Bowie.
George Martin’s got his work cut out, he’s feeling on a roll,
Keith Emerson is playing away, with Prince and Natalie Cole.
“That’s magic” says Paul Daniels as his wand fly’s in to orbit,
Then laughter fills the room with joy, mostly thanks to Ronnie Corbett.
Tony Warren’s on his casting couch with a line up for the telly,
There’s Alan Rickman, Stewpot, Lemmy and Father Ted’s Frank Kelly.
Glenn Frey is playing on his guitar, he’s really at his best,
“I want that man… I’ll sign you now”... says dear old David Gest.
The doorbell rings, the gates are open and there she proudly stood,
The agony aunt Denise Robertson, to check that all is good.
“We’re full up here” says Wogan… he’s being rather cheeky,
“Not quite!” shouts out Victoria Wood as she raises her Woman’s Weekly!