(It's always sad when an icon of stage and screen departs us prematurely.  My homage to one of the Greats)

 

Sticky Vicky, I watched you perform

Sticky Vicky, in Benidorm

Sticky Vicky, you showed till you were 72

The hidden contents of your flue.

 

Sticky Vicky, I’ll forget-you-not

Sticky Vicky, with your X-rated slot

Sticky Vicky, it’s all so clear I still recall

What you did with ping pong balls.

 

Sticky Vicky offered views no finer

Than the innards of her vagina

But you’d need a miner’s helmet lamp

Sticky Vicky had no match

Shooting balls from her hairy snatch

We’d try like hell to try to catch them when they’re damp.

 

You know I miss you, I cannot hide

Such views you gave us when open wide

 

Sticky Vicky, I’m afraid she’s dead

Sticky Vicky, with her legs well spread

Sticky Vicky, she gave us all a front row view

Of her 80 year old flue.

 

Sticky Vicky, so now you’re gone

Sticky Vicky, yes you’ve moved on

Sticky Vicky to a better place

Sticky Vicky now I find

I cannot seem to bring to mind

Sticky Vicky if I ever saw your face.

 

Sticky Vicky, your tits and bum

Sticky Vicky, still give me hours of fun

Sticky Vicky, for years and years you would perform

You were the Queen of Benidorm.