Shall we go to the Crematorium
We’ll nice and warm
Do they have a restaurant
Will it do us harm?
We can’t go shopping in Swansea
We’ll save lots of cash
Even Cardiff is locked down
It’s no place for the rash
The Brecon Beacons are over-run
Despite the cold and snow
I asked my husband to marry me
But he said,I don’t know
Are we still married when he is gone
Where the Light will glow?
He can come in my dreams again
Kneading the new batch of dough
Last night I dreamed of a murder
I prefer a kiss. don’t you know?
My anger seems to increase these days
So I’m teaching my cat how to sew