SARAHS TALE

Going to uncle Vic's funeral

I feel a familiar pain

I take off my shoe, my big toe is blue

'Oh no' I shout , 'not gout again!'

My man stops the car at the side of the road

And I step out to see how it feels

But I let out a cry, with a tear in my eye -

'I really cannot wear these heels!'

But lucky for me there was in the boot

A new pair of trainers, but when

I try them both on - my joy is soon gone -

Right's four, but the left one is ten!

Hubby says 'we'd best go, it's a long way you know'

So though hurting and heavy of heart

I come and sit down with a sigh and a frown -

But the old car refuses to start.

And as we sit there waiting for the AA

An old horse- drawn waggon comes by

Like prospectors of old who went searching for gold

Yee-hah! Is the Waggoner's cry.

But hold on a sec - I stand up to check

And I see a young girl wave to me

This really is odd but I don't give a sod -

It's a young friend from Croydon, you see!

'What are you doing here?' said Sarah 'it's queer!

I'm moving to Pompey because

There's no jobs in Surrey, just aggro and worry

So I've  swapped cars for waggon and horse'!

She lent me some shoes, so with nothing to lose

And enjoying the trees and the flowers

We accepted a lift but the horse was not swift

And we missed Uncle's wake by two hours.

The slow pace of the cart was good for the heart

And what with the wonderful weather

We went all the way and decided to stay

In Portsmouth with Sarah forever.