Mrs Purvis dear Mrs Purvis
This just cannot be
You've captured my heart
And enchanted me
I have waking dreams
Of seeing you dance
For the parish council
In the village manse
Constantly recall when I
Was invited by you to dine
And those few enchanted
Seconds you were nearly mine
Never again will I drink
That Sweet Earl Grey tea
For poignant memories
Will surely sweep over me
I cannot let this forbidden love
Progress to a sad and tawdry end
For your husband Mr Purvis
Is such a true good friend
So I shall leave
Without fuss
By the next
Weekly bus
Last night when you both were out
I crept silently into the manse alone
And I kissed and cuddled
Your slide trombone
Left in your letter box
A brief explanatory note
A banal reason for leaving
Was all that I wrote
But Mrs Purvis
Never fear
None will learn
Why I am leaving here
Life and fate have decreed
You cannot be mine
But you‘ll be there always
If ever I hear Sweet Caroline