“Who will play Bowie in the film of his life?”

I asked my sister-in-law.

“Laurence Fox” she replied "with his Gibson L5"

Well hung, with a snow white tan.

“Wolfgang Christ” to David’s leper messiah.

La I said that’s weird I was just about to say

Shaun Evans.  Ghost of Ziggy hanging around

Under branchy Oxford towers,

A shipwreck of the streets, with his ray-gun

And his poetry,

The scholar gypsy

With a lopsided grin.

“I think Shaun’s the winner” my sister-in-law said.

“Definitely” I said.

Definitely Shaun.