On the back of the Order of Service for my son’s wedding his wife had found a great quote:
“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when you find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” – Dr Seuss
So here is an offering on this subject of weird love story.
To the tip, my darling.
You could meet me at the tip my darling
By the sump oil or waste cardboard skip
For a long hug and a kiss my darling
It isn’t a very long trip
I’m sat in the garden my darling
With a book and enjoying the sun
I’ll meet you there my darling
I think it will be such fun
You weren’t at the tip my darling
There was no one to hug or to kiss
I just thought it a lovely idea
To add to our feelings of bliss
How I missed you my darling
And tried not think of our hug
So I dumped all my bits and my pieces
Along with a heart, too heavy to lug
Blame the sun my darling
Beaming all lovely and hot
I fell asleep my darling
I wasn’t that I forgot.
I’ve been to the tip my darling
I searched through all of the dross
And there was your heart my darling
Rescued and found by the boss
We’ll both go to the tip my darling
Thank the boss man for all of his trouble
And if all goes to plan my darling
We can kiss and hug by the rubble.