Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
ByronicYou were the greatest of your time,
For brio, wit and gusto galore,
Deep sensibility distilled your rhymes,
An enchanted public cried out for more,
Till they caught wind of alleged crimes,
Seducing your sister with no qualms at all,
And loving young chaps with all your soul,
Yes, you were mad, bad and dangerous to know.
A century on, there was another man
Of mass appeal and cherubic face,
'Down to the Five 'n' Dime', Jimmy Dean,
Who like you early quit the race,
After a brilliant and spectacular run,
Two kindred spirits leading with haste
Lives so thrilling and so full,
Letting no man treat you like a fool.
Rebels without cause, Don Juans,
You took chances and had a ball,
Breaking the mould with your movies and poems,
Oft winning the hearts of one and all,
Crafting your arts to last an aeon,
Living every moment till Fate's callous call,
Your deaths came so young, it seems obscene:
Lord George Byron and James Byron Dean.