As I gazed into the blue
I spied a shape I thought was you
Rather plumptious, Hair receeding
From this distance, A man of breeding.
Was it you or did I blunder
Could it be your legs asunder
Kicking sand up , Hopefully not
In my rage I should have you shot.
Fetch and stay were sat beside you
Playing fetch with both your shoes
I wondered, Do men ever grow up
More to life than sex and a sup
You only went to the local spar
Caught with your pants down having a jar
Talk about catching you on the hop
What could have diverted you from the shop.
Was it her from number Two
She`d do any favour just for you
Caught you at, Think you`ve shat it
This is it the time to split
Barbara Dearer was her name
Owned a shoe shop, So she claimed
Satisfaction in the sand
When you come out you`ll feel my hand
I`m not bothered , Not no more
She`ll come to know , He`s just a bore
No more moods and no more rants
No more skiddy underpants
I wish them well, Time will tell
Is it bliss or is it hell
Iv`e hoped for this, For years of my life
Thank you dear Barbara for ending my strife
