THE WEDDING OF MR HUGHES There's going to be a celebration, in our old home town today, For Mr Hughes and his wee girl are getting married there they say, All the folks will come along, to see them married rain or fine, They'll even take the washing off the churchyard washing line. There'll be polished shoes and starchy shirts and stocking covered thighs, Lovely frocks and coloured socks and fancy looking ties, At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr. Hughes. There's bound to be some aggravation, From some little irksome young relation, A fellow there or two, with differing points of view, There's nothing you can do, nothing you can do, And you can guarantee some flack, For the gals, they won't hold back, At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr Hughes. The church was silent and hushed, The marriage vows were rushed, Harsh words were passed and some were said, She took him home and broke a silly plate upon his silly head, At the wedding, at the wedding, at the wedding of Mr Hughes.

Tempus Volat Hora Fugit Some lines taken from songs by Jewel First we're young, then we're old, Summer fades, then it's cold, We're passing through, then passing on, And time marches on, till it's all gone. There ain't no villains and there ain't no heroes, Everyone's trying to add up a whole bunch of zeroes. Working on ways to carve a piece of immortal claim, But for the rich and poor, fleeting time runs the same. As wise sages anciently writ, Tempus volat hora fugit, A second, a minute, an hour, a day, The pearls of time slip away. Boredom is the bridge to insanity, And killing time is injuring eternity, Lost moments fly on wings gossamer fine, Caught only by wiser hearts than mine. The wisest of all seizes the day, Never letting the chances slip away, Taking hold of fate's fine weave, Never hesitant, nor failing to believe. Carpa diem, seize the day, Fools let chances slip away, Idlers always pay the cost, For opportunities they have lost. Trust in that old cliché, Carpa diem, seize the day. So, should you get the chance, I hope you'll dance,

Scattering Ma's Ashes Oh Ma, I saw you fly today, Your dust, it blew away, Set free upon the breeze, There among the quiet trees. Oh Ma, you're free of pain at last, Upon the winds your ashes cast, To float or lay upon the ground, Where my Dad's ash once was found. Oh Ma, at rest upon the morning dew, I was there when you flew, A Robin came by to see, Your earthly body set so free, Oh Ma, pain and suffering are gone, But your soul will forever live on, When there is laughter in the air, My heart will know you are there. I saw a Robin upon the tree, Witness us set you free, Oh Ma, I saw you fly today, But in my heart you'll always stay.

When I was born, my mother had, A melancholy, 'twas very sad, To look at me, She would cry, Why me, oh why, oh why? Post natal #depression was the key, She couldn't bare to look at me, She left me outside a shop one day, In a pram asleep I lay, A lady looked into the pram, as ladies do, And went away with #depression too.