I wrote these verses as a tribute to a dear couple I know, who are still very much in love after 50 years of marriage. They have their ups and downs, but are still great friends, and can laugh together, which is probably their greatest gift.
Getting old together
When you and I were young my love
And we were in our prime
We'd spend the whole weekend in bed
And make love all the time.
But now we're getting old my love
I fear we're past our best
The last weekend you spent in bed
Was with your wheezy chest
We used to lie entwined my love
Our bodies close together
But now we like to cuddle up
When chilly in cold weather
Our bodies were so smooth my love
Our eyes were bright, like stars
But now we wear bifocals
And have operation scars
You used to wake at night my love
To have your way with me
But now you only rise at night
Because you need a pee!
For now your prostate wakes you up
And sends you to the loo
And since the hysterectomy
I've been the same way too.
But some things haven't changed my love
You're still my dearest dear
You're still the nicest man I know
And you get better every year!
Elderly fellow gran has become loudly racist
Angela Rayner lashes out and calls Sunak “pint sized loser”.
What were the first ever records that you bought and when?
