Watersking with Tidy-Bowl Man
oh won’t you dance with me”…
Remember those great times
when the dance bands would play
all those great tunes and we’d make up
those rhymes to go along with the music?
Darling, for these sixty and five years
you’ve been beside me never wavering
in your love and support. You were
always the first to say, “it’ll all work out”,
or, “let’s just wait and see”.
Now as we always knew it would honey,
the ‘last dance’ is calling. I can’t hold
you for this one my darling, for the last
dance is always danced alone.
I see you now, as I always have,
and always will... Beautiful.
Goodbye my darling.
I love you.
I’ll miss you.
Pass the Glade if you're going to do that here...