I think he’s in the other room today

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