The Dear Waltz

Dear Waltz, it's been so long. (Hasn't it?)
The twopenny, teapot song. (Doesn't it?)
Three Chippington cruets, one photo's I hoard
All waitless for you, not yet home from the "Ward"!

Dear Waltz o' my Heart: it's that cold. (Isn't it?)
The neighbours are getting old. (Isn't they?)
Our Dear home, now garbled, looks down on it all.
A hankidear? My, how you stare from the wall!

But then a violin began to play.