Poor old uncle Jacques

Ode(?) for Liz

It's hard being a deconstructionist in Oxford
Dogmas don't fit right with the dons
And people laugh when I write up
        my pieces of incomprehensible gibber.

Poor old uncle Jacques
He spent 18 years in the wilderness [good rhyme]
When he tried to convert people
to his ideas.

(I can't remember the song well enough – more later perhaps.)

    Santa's grotto
    Is on the first floor.
            [Found poem: Debenhams]