Ode to an NWR ‘widower’
It came upon a midnight clear
Ooops. No. They came from far and near.
I hung up scarves and coats and hats
And sent them through to have a chat.
They’d brought their bags and sat right down
In my front room, without a frown.
They talked and talked and laughed out loud
Discussed the topic…..What a crowd!
But think about my poor old groom
Who sat alone int’ dining room.
Not allowed into the meeting
Couldn’t even make a greeting.
Worked on laptop all the night
Somehow it didn’t seem quite right
But loudest laugh at end of day
Was his, when coats sold on Eeeeebay!
By Julia Hamby | NWR Bedale and District