Emma Barber

Oh Emma Barber
You left Wincheap never to be seen again
When you were eight and I was eight and three-quarters

Oh Emma Barber
You had a dimple in your forehead
Where you had picked at your first chicken pock

Oh Emma Barber
You gave me an erection in assembly
But Emma Barber you used to sit on Mr Evans's knee
Even though he had a beard and was far too old for you and we all knew it wasn't right

Oh Emma Barber
Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now?
Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now? Where are you now?

Are you still Emma Barber?
Tell me, are you on the shelf?
If you are Emma Evans I will kill myself.

© Belinda Carbuncle

Slim Paul says: Pock pock pock pock pock pock pock.

Slick Nick says: Uh?

Slim Steve says: Craig knows where she moved to, and she was still pretty. If it's the same one.