I walked hand in hand with you
Down a country lane
just we two
In a land of a
green and pleasant hue
Over a bridge where
the kingfisher flew
Through woods full
of telltale bells of blue
Across a field wet
with morning dew
Climbed a hill
amidst lamb and ewe
To a perfect spot
with an unspoilt view
Where we could be
alone just we two
Hold each other’s
hand and bill and coo
Are you wearing bubble wrap?
Well that is a novel
form of dress
But if I were to start
popping the bubbles
Would that cause you
any distress?
There is knowledge I need to know
And I really need to know it soon
Such as how the pipers can tell
When their bagpipes are out of tune
I’m waiting for cupid’s last hurrah
To feel once more his
arrowed sting
One last lighting bolt
From the heavens
Signalling one last
chance of true love
A final breath of wind
Blown onto passions
dying embers
Good old John
You were always there
Nothing too much
trouble
Always on hand to
advise
To give a helping hand
Good old John
Steady dependable John
Unselfish, good egg John
Smiling humble John
Ever reliable
Good old John
I see you now in
hindsight
Waiting in the wings
Holding a watching
brief
Biding your time
Good old John
Simple undermining
John
Conniving deceitful
John
Smiling conspiring
John
My wife’s friend John
Good old John
There you were
Pouring poison in her
ear
Drip, drip, drip
But she saw through
you
Good old John
Beneath the sun on the Isle of Wight
Amidst the fun at
Blackgang chine
I spotted her amongst
the crowd
And vowed that I would
make her mine
To be a special love
It should fit like a
glove
But what I cannot tell
Is does the glove fit
her as well?
It too must be a
perfect fit
That is it, and all
about it
To be a very special
love
It should fit her like
a glove
One ill fitted hand
And the love will
never stand
Both should set
foursquare
To be a perfect pair
