B I R T H D A Y "T R E A T"
Happy Birthday, 'feeling eighty
Figure svelte and not too weighty?
Pour myself a "Whisky Grouse"
Cosy is our lovely house!
Wings are flapping, we're escaping
Neighbours stare, their mouths are gaping
Comfy in Dear Gordon's car
All are thinking: "Can't go far!"
Sea-belts on, with Rufus steering ("Help!")
Gordon at his garden peering
Wearing masks though had the jab
Prospects now are really fab'!
High above the park, I'm smiling
Gordon's talk is so beguiling!
Heading for the "bookie's place"
Betting time, Three-Thirty race
Stanley Park, the ducks are breeding
"No one, please, with bread these feeding!"
Flying over "golfie course"
Empty of the "buggie force"!
Blackpool Tow-er, no one's watching
In the back, I'm "gently Scotching"! (Whisky Time)
Pocket-size my Famous Grouse
Plenty bottles in our house!
'Long the prom', with speeding drivers
Hovering, not many divers!....
Sea unfriendly, really cold
And what's more, we're rather old!
Local trip, of Gladys thinking (She died one year ago!)
Gordon at her photo winking
Landing on his garage top
First a skip and then a hop!
Though in tears, he's really happy
"Getting old, 'soon wear a nappy!"
Thank you, Gordon, for my treat
Flying car was rather neat! Amen 21/01/2021 xxxx