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'.
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
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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