We can only assume that it was a very special and much loved poem that she liked so much she kept it safe and sound for many years. She and I had a very similar sense of humour so you can see why I loved the fact it fell into my hands.
It is her funeral this Friday and I thought it would be nice to share it with you all and hope that she is looking down and smiling.
There is no named author on it so if anyone knows please let me know and I can credit them too.
The Tea Dance
It's the Sunday tea dance and they'll be here today
Aches and pains forgotten, dance the afternoon away
Foxtrots, quicksteps, waltzes, some slow but some still nifty
With memories of how it was back in 1950
Norman's in the toilet and he's struggling to pee
He's got trouble with his prostrate and he'll likely miss his tea.
Eddy's got a new love that he met in Thornton Heath
She does a lovely tango, but she hasn't any teeth
His latest fancy footwork nearly broke his partners neck
Thought he was Fred Astaire, or something I suspect!
Ida's had her hair done and she's ready for the saunter
She had a vindaloo last night and it's coming back to haunt her
Florry's mini skirt's revealing when she's spinning in the jive
She really shouldn't wear a thong approaching 85.
They've had their tea and cake and chat and had a little laugh
And gamely rise with creaking knees to face the second half
Norman's made it back in time for a rumba number one
His cucaracha's very neat but he's left his flies undone!
Vera's fallen over in a massive crimplene heap
Bert's got indigestion and Mabel's fast asleep.
Its waltz time and up they get for Humperdink's old tune
And then; Goodbye, good luck, take care God willing see you soon.