I found this old poem just now.
‘Lyra’s a Bohemian girl’
Lyra’s a Bohemian girl
She makes even dead men’s hair curl!
She wears vintage skirts
And old blue denim shirts.
She has whopping golden earrings
And black fishnet stockings.
Lyra carries a black velvet tote
Full of the latest poems she wrote.
Lyra’s a Bohemian girl.
She makes even her own hair curl.
Lyra’s in love with an ancient Emperor,
His unreality does not prevent her.
She believes she is an Egyptian Queen
She sees Mark Antony in her dreams.
As she lies there covered in face cream,
Her unconscious plans more wondrous schemes
Which cause her psychoanalyst to despair.
About a man who isn’t actually here.
But the Emperor’s mad desire
Has set Lyra’s Bohemian mind on fire.
Desperate Freud got a bucket of cold water
And threw it over this delirious daughter.
He was,at the end, unable to maintain
The distance and silence he claimed.
Lyra made even Freud go crazy.
Lyra is one idiosyncraiocly, ironicly, humorously sweet and softhearted lady