I used to have a husband, how we played!
He was funny, kind and caring in sweet ways
I think he’s in the other room today
He hated Mervyn Stockwood, unsure why
Ian Paisley was another who dismayed
I used to have a husband and he prayed
He never comes to see me, since last May
Nor brings in our old tea pot on a tray
I think he’s in the other room again
I think I hear him walking night and day
He opened up the window for my eyes
I used to have a husband in my Play
So I played being Missus B today
But he did not ever enter, as he’s fey.
I think he’s in the other room again
He was quite an artist of the wry.
He liked Bacon, Freud and yes he loved Paul Klee
I used to have a husband, I feel grey.
I think he must be moving rooms today



