Dear old Nell,
We're glad you are well,
Life's not been the same without you.
We've been sitting around, a bit dumbfound',
While the Bar, It's patrons are sparse,
Old Pete and me, been drinking weak tea,
And sitting all day on our bench(?)
Been thinking of you,holding a screw,
And whacking it in with a w(r)ench! 
This poem ain't good, bit like the food
Wot's been served up 'ere in the Bar
Now that you're back we can all have a crack.
And hope Lil's reputation goes far!
tt's really a pity that this little ditty
ain't going the way wot you fink,
It scans here and then, but I can't say just when,
It seems to depend on the ink! 
You may be aware that the speech therapy fingy is werkin,
The words comes and goes but ,as we all nose,
You don't get nuffink by shirkin'!
That's all for now Nell,(I'm under your spell!)
So "nighty night" I'll say,.No more fears,
Good health o'er the years,
And with you in mind I'll pray.
Gramps x 