Leeds City Varieties

We received our invitation To an old time music hall. Where gentlemen wore Sunday's best And ladies; to the nines. Relaxing in the saloon bar, Exchanging pleasantries. Pre theatre drinks of cocktails, With beers and fine French wines. Then ushers wearing waistcoats, Flat caps and polished boots Announced in fifteen minutes,, It would be showtime soon. With bright lamplights, slowly fading low, A wedding march played, then on with the show, For our granddaughter, to be married on stage. After all the photographs, and brushing tears away, Waiting in the wings, until the fat lady sings, Was a vintage charabanc, made in the good old days Transporting us in time, with an ageless grace To a wonderful feast, where we did celebrate. It did not seem to be, that so long ago, A pretty little girl, was sitting on our knee. Nostalgic moments, for us to recall. Safely locked inside, our abiding memory.