It was gone!
I Was So Blind…
His Legacy; Are His Words.
For My Mum!
We REALLY Don't Talk About It, Do We? I Am!
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When Poo Is His Business.
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Carol…Way To Go, Kid!
Now I know this letter's late,
But I haven't been too well,
And I'm not making excuses,
Because me life's been ruddy hell!
I'm writing this little ditty,
Especially for you,
You are by far, the greatest,
And excel in all you do.
I've seen you in your flow,
And I know, within my heart,
That friends like you are like gold dust,
And as friends, I hope we never part!
Soroptomist International,
Had a dinner for you,
As President you were honoured,
And blimey, I came too!
It was a fantastic evening,
I really had a ball,
Even though I got your name wrong,
Golly, I felt small! (Not).
The speakers gave you praise,
And congratulated you,
For all your tireless work,
And for everything you do.
Now joking all aside,
I have to say to you,
You are by far…the greatest,
In all you attain to do.
This hasn't gone unnoticed,
And this I have to add,
Carol Holmes…you are a star,
And you're really not three bad!
Now you've a decision to make,
So Carol, ‘D.I.B. – D.I.B. – D.I.B.!
And carry on all your good work,
Cos you're great and thats no fib!
All the ladies I met that night,
We're really nice and kind,
They even liked me ditties,
Cos Carol, what a find!
Now most time's I am joking,
But of you It's all the truth,
And anyway, let's be honest,
We're past the first flush of youth!
So while you can, carry on,
With Soroptomist duties and such,
But mark my words, and knock me flat,
‘Don't do too bloody much!'
Lots of love, Your Friend
Catherine Inglesby X
The scouse mad poet.
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