Are you wearing black nail varnish?
Well it’s just a bit of a macabre garnish
And its going to stand out is all I will say
When dressed in white on your wedding day
Are you wearing black nail varnish?
Well it’s just a bit of a macabre garnish
And its going to stand out is all I will say
When dressed in white on your wedding day
Rainbow to windward
Stay indoors allday
Rainbow to leeward
Let’s go out to play
She was silver haired
And her face was lined
But she was content
And felt blessed
To have lived long enough
To have grey hair,
And to have had
Such a happy life
That the laughter of her youth
Was etched into her face
What’s the point of being
An adult if,
when you wish
You can’t
once in a while
Behave a
little childish
When I was at school
Our English teacher, Mrs Rowan
Once asked of us as homework,
During the half term holiday
To memorize our favourite poem,
This was met by groans,
By the class, but not me
I chose A.E.Housman’s
“Ode to an athlete dying young”
And it has stayed with me ever since
If people, make demands of you
Disarm them skilfully
Give them more than they expect
And do it cheerfully
If you spend your time associating
With
well-mannered individuals
Your
own manners will improve
And
you will polish up like a jewel
If
you spend your time associating
With
the hard working and decent
You
will take on board their ethic
And
be a decent hard-working resident
If
you spend your time associating
With
vagabonds and lowly bums
Then
a lonely wretch upon the streets
Is
what you will surely become
If
you spend your time associating
With
the filthy rich and famous
You
will be left to pick up the tab
And
die in the gutter alone and penniless