Written by Gordon Aspey
12 December 2019
Whoever coined the phrase ‘How time flies!’ certainly had a handle on the subject..
During November we celebrated Our Diamond Wedding one of the more important milestones. A sixty year journey encompassing all the highs and lows that goes with marriage.
Now one of the features of this marriage has been the frequency of carefully planned events like this to go wildly pear shaped. As I looked around our celebrity dinner table I wondered what could possibly go wrong now. Everything had gone ticketyboo exactly to plan and I settled into a wine fuelled state of total relaxation.
I marvelled at how the time has flown. Our entire family numbers only 15 in total. My wife was an only daughter and I was what you might call unencumbered. I looked at their radiant faces and realised nine of them had sat on my lap clutching a bottle of Cow & Gate not so long ago. Like the butterfly chrysalis they had shed their protective shell and fluttered onto the worldly stage. As is my custom on important occasions I get all philosophical and start writing poetry.
For Christ sake who ordered 2 bloody great iced wedding cakes!!!
Our marriage clock has chimed it’s sixtieth year
and I’m pleased to report ‘We are still here’
frayed around the edges and a bit short of puff
held together with pills, plaster &medical stuff
I recall her fluttering eyelashes & ruby red lips
gyrating hips and other quite interesting bits
I first met her at a scooter dance in early may
I asked her to marry me she said ‘Yeah Okay’
it was a smart move marrying a clever chap like me
discovering my abundant talent was the vital key
chauffeur, chef, artist, blogger, poet, poo scooper
gardener, TV critic, toy boy and trouble shooter
much has changed since that eventful day in 1959
braces waistcoats and virgins were all in decline
Fashions became more daring and almost overnight
Mary Quant’s mini skirt rose to its eye-popping height
we had a card from Elizabeth that’s her Majesty to you
acknowledging our stamina, sticking together like glue
give and take is the thinking for marriage to succeed
but youngsters of today aren’t convinced of the need
we busied ourselves putting blossom on family tree
working our socks off for the benefit of posterity
there were bumps in the road and the odd spat
we must have had sex, but I don’t remember that
we’ve done our bit and given up the daily grind
we now have a more urgent problem on our mind
how can we help poor Boris get brexit over the line
and how the hell can I end this awfully long rythm
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