A limerick a week #240

… as the waves make towards the pebbled shore …

As a 1970s teenager I really, really disliked The Bay City Rollers. I’m not sure what it was about them that I disliked – everything except their Scottishness probably – certainly their clothes, their hair, their songs and their appeal to the girls I rather fancied, but who never fancied me in return. The only group that I thought less of was The Osmonds.

(Confession. I once pretended to like David Cassidy’s songs to impress a girl I was keen on. It didn’t work and I’m embarrassed by it even today!)

Still, it’s sad to hear of the death of Les McKeown, the Rollers’ lead singer. Sad not only for his family, friends and fans, but also because one’s abiding memory of him relates to ‘youth’ at the time now in your life when you increasingly make grunting sounds as you lift yourself out of a chair!

Here’s the limerick:

A tartan-clad boy-band’s front guy
Now sings from a stage in the sky.
Though he ran with the gang
When he sang Shang-a-Lang
Now it’s Bye, Bye, Leslie (Goodbye)!