Ode To Lindsey & Jack

I wanted to write you a miniature ditty
And hope that you hear me and feel oh such pity
For this poor little Mrs at home all alone
Who's dying to write you, or visit, or phone
Cos it's been so long since I last saw your faces
I'm starting to see them in such bizarre places
Like in the bread shop, I had to shout 'stop'
As this woman like Lindsey was running amok
And Jackie was there, simply standing to stare
I realised then that this just isn't fair
I miss you I miss you
We should get together
We could party till dawn
Turning hell into leather
Cos I think you are great
And I'm going to go straight
Out somewhere tonight
But it doesn't feel right
To go without you
Would be less of a do
So let's make a day
In our lives, come this way
And commit to be merry
We could all have some sherry
Let's drink to the friends
That we've found in us
And if I down too much
I'll go home on the bus

SH October 2008