The Unravelling Wilburys

'So. Farewell, then,
Jeff Lynne.'

'Pooh, I think you've got the wrong--'

'Your most successful band was that bunch of initials.'

'Pooh…'

'TUC.  Or was it LMAO?'

'I think, Pooh--'

'Or, according to some severe critics, SFA?'

'Pooh, can I just stop--?'

'Everyone loved "Mr Blue Skies", 
Though my favourite was "Wild West Hero". 
On which you sounded like George Harrison.'

'Pooh…'

'Which was no surprise,
Your being big mates.'

'Look, Pooh--'

'And all that.  In fact, was it him singing?

We shall never know.'

'Pooh, I hate to--'

'Alas.
But everyone forgets your first band,
The Idle Race.
When you sang "Days of the Broken Arrows".
Which, by a strange coincidence,
are precisely the days we're re-living now.'

'Pooh, I'm just sending you the obit--'
'And of course there was your existential outfit,
The Unravelling Wilburys.'

'It's got the write-up, Pooh, with her--'
'It's a shame
You didn't ask your Auntie Vera to join them.
That one she did about not knowing where or when
Would have fitted right in.'

'Listen, Pooh--'

'But she'll probably sing it at your funeral,
And her other one:
"There'll Be Lilacs Over The Blue Sheep of Dover."

One of Allen Ginsberg's favourites, that.'

'Pooh, just read the--'

'Or was it the favourite of the main character
In that surreal series

They had on the old Light Programme?'

'Pooh, when we talk later--'

'Yes. "Mrs Dali's Diary".  That's the one.'

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