Naughty Milkmaid

Naughty Milkmaid

Maybe it’s the cider talking, Master
Or it could be the full moon
But when I’m in your presence
All I want to do is swoon

Could it be your jet black hair
Good looks and roguish smile?
Or maybe its the cider talking
Hic! that’s not my style

For when I with you my Darling
Or rather when I am with thee
Whilst I should act the shy maiden
There’s a rather large piece of me

Who really, really shouldn’t
But the alcohol has got a hold of me
Would dearly love to take you to a haystack
And make lots of Whoop Whoopee!

Condolences to a Friend

Sometimes an event happens

Which can be so very unexpected

And terribly sad

And seems so unreal

That you cannot comprehend the impact

It will have on you

And those around you.

And so each day

You try and carry on as normal

But there is something eating away at you

You know something is not right

The dull ache, the empty drawers and wardrobes

The mournful dog

Are a reminder

That someone is missing from your life

You want to reach out

And tell people how you feel

But its hard to speak

When there is a lump in your throat

And the tears are not far away

And you are in desperate need of a hug

And there is so much to do.

And so gradually

You adjust

The numbness, the anger, the sadness, the tiredness

Will pass

But will never completely disappear

Because love is a strong emotion

And to have experienced it in its intensity

In life and Death

Means that you have lived.