Creative Works
A bit like Tai Chi
The sea moves rhythmically
Ebbing and flowing
Wilf and Mary
Mi fayther waur a painter,
afore ‘e went to war.
‘e papered t’upstairs landin’
an’ painted mi bedroom do-or.
‘e waur an old-time dancer,
in’t bouncin’ ballroom und’t tower,
waltzin’ wi’ a Yorkshire lass.
“By gum thart waur mi moother.”
‘er once made ‘im a puddin’,
‘e thart it waur reet nice.
‘er ne’er told ‘im it waur ‘eaven sent,
an owd tin of Ambrosia rice.
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