The other evening I went to a concert [fundraiser for our village Parish Church] My friend sings in a local choir, and asked me to support the event. So I did. The Bach to Broadway programme included some well-sung well-known pieces. But I confess I was a little distracted in one song, and found myself rewriting the words of an old favourite from the musical 'Showboat'.
Oh listen, sister, I love my mister man
And I can tell you why
Theres's many reasons for me to love that man
It must be somethin' that the angels done plan
but...
Sharks gotta swim, bats gotta fly
I gotta love one man till I die
But I can't help loathin' that beard he’s grown
Look at those bristles, thatch on his chin,
And when he kisses, it scratches my skin,
Can't help loathin' that beard he’s grown
With his beard so grey,
that's a rainy day
But when he shaves it off**
that day is fine
The sun will shine!
So he can come home
with a whiskery face
Cos home without him
ain't my happy place
Can't help lovin' that man of mine

Is he going to manage a full set of flowing white whiskers in time for Christmas?
ReplyDeleteIt is growing thick and fast!
DeleteWhoa, the lesser-spotted Bearded Bob!
ReplyDeleteI'd forgotten that when you met him this summer, he was clean shaven.
DeleteVery witty!
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DeleteNorrie has had a beard now for over 20 years. I don’t particularly like it but there are people who have never known him without it. Catriona
ReplyDeleteMy friend had a beard for decades. He shaved it off for charity, and suddenly looked years younger. Maybe come Christmas, people will think I've gained a toyboy!!
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