VERSATILE VERSE 3

He's old enough to get a card from the Queen
but he's the fittest man of a hundred I've ever see

Keeps talking of a walking holiday in Switzerland soon

He really does have lots of patience
Even though he's creaky and ancient

He's old enough to get a card from the Queen

I'm trying to persuade dh to get out the paint
He did it all last year, the man’s a saint

He really does have lots of patience

All things done in lockdown need doing again
the cupboards are messy again ...oh what a pain!

I'm trying to persuade dh to get out the paint

I must shake myself up and get on with my life
Well that’s what my DH keeps saying to his wife!

All things done in first lockdown need doing again

The weather is making it more conducive
But energy levels are still very elusive

I must shake myself up and get on with my life

And now to the fact I’m still lazying in bed
A sorry state of affairs it must be said

The weather is making it more conducive

They help where it’s needed but don’t interfere
These are the ones you need to hold dear

And now to the fact I’m still lazying in bed

They do say a friend in need is a friend indeed
They arrive to support at top speed.

They help where it’s needed but don’t interfere

They flit here and there, but are never dependable
can't blame people for thinking they're expendable

They do say a friend in need is a friend indeed

Trust and loyalty, can't rate them enough
Not fair weather friends who are nothing but fluff

They flit here and there, but are never dependable

How to value a newly found treasure
Not by money, not by any measure

Trust and loyalty, can’t rate them enough

But a real true friend is more valuable than gold
I knew this and I’ve already been told

How to value a newly found treasure

Fair weather friends are no good at all
if you trust in them you are heading for a fall

But a real true friend is more valuable than gold

And stick with the good ones, who don’t cause you pain
And are willing to walk with you, even in the rain

Fair weather friends are no good at all

There’s nothing so vile as a mean spirited ‘friend’
So try not to listen, let that ‘friendship’ end

And stick with the good ones, who don’t cause you pain

Till distraught, I expire
Or critics fall into their murky mire

There’s nothing so vile as a mean spirited “friend”

The mean comments about my figure
Will only get bigger and bigger

Till distraught, I expire

Nevertheless, sometimes I'm tempted
Yielded and then preempted

The mean comments about my figure

But eat watermelon, ’twill do you most good
It's juicy and tasty and better than any pud.

Nevertheless, sometimes I'm tempted

I really wish I could bake a cake
But then I would eat it. Oh what a mistake.

But eat watermelon, ’twill do you most good

It points my chest in the perfect direction
The lads, they called me ‘Miss Perfection’

I really wish I could bake a cake

Sorry
It points directs my chest in the perfect direction

?Mollygo, next start line please....

I can’t tell North from South or East from West
But my new ‘sheepdog’ bra neatly rounds up my chest!