Once she was a Roger
Her brother’s name borrowed
Then given back to his kids
So confusing even hurtful
In a game of water volleyball
After the real Roger died
And this nun with the ball
Would hear the shouts
Roger, hey Roger, throw the ball
She couldn’t bear causing that hurt
But she hung my friend from
A hook in the wooden cloak room
The daughter of alcoholics
Paying for her beauty every day
Dolores never heard
That girl’s silent pleas