Spike whimpered and barked
Door open, gate open too
Spike paced on the porch
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
You always fix my hair so good,
It always looks great, like it should,
Words can never express it enough,
You make life much better,
Even when the going gets tough.
Doreen, Doreen
The prettiest gal I’ve ever seen,
You’re always nice, never mean,
I’m lucky to know you Doreen.
Thank You for styling my hair all these years,
You’ve given me much joy instead of tears.
In my life you’ve played a very important part,
You’ll always be dear to my heart.
Doreen, Doreen
The prettiest gal I’ve ever seen,
You’re always nice, never mean,
I’m lucky to know you Doreen.
By Charles E. Fitzgerald 03/19/2010.
I did not know her much
but there was warmth in her touch
Tall and quiet,serene and cool
politeness was her rule
I did not know her much
but there was warmth in her touch
Feminine in manner and mien
an example upon our scene
I did not know her much
but there was warmth in her touch
Her eyes filled with grace
she will be missed in fellowship's place
I did not know her well
but in me this impression dwells
....there was a warmth in her touch
I shook Doreen's hand in welcome at the door of our church last Sunday morning,she died in
her sleep on Sunday night, aged eighty-six.She had attended our Time out for Seniors(our
church's monthly community lunch/fellowship ) where I sometimes joined her & her friend for
the meal part.She lived in a local care home and started coming to our church within the last
year.
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
do not place... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world
can stop her dancing...
...for Ralph McTell
Gorgeous in her gown of purple silk
she is exquisite.
Her partner in his patent leather
(potent lover) shoes is the perfect fit.
They enter competitions where
they always take first prize.
Gliding to the sounds of Guy Lombardo
they are the top-flight graduates of a
well-respected dancing enterprise.
It is the night they have been waiting for -
the National Prize - and she is confident
that they will win the day.
When the judges read the scores they
come in third... there's nothing she can say.
Beside herself with disappointment
she seeks the spotlight as the orchestra
plays 'Moonlight Serenade.' She twirls
and curtsies in a transport of delight,
and she dances
dances
dances,
long after there is any music...
Security is summoned,
and then an ambulance,
but nothing in the world can
stop her dancing...
dancing....
dancing.....
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