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Can you hear me Mother?

 

    Can you hear me Mother?
Since you've been gone I just can't cope
Looking after this place is a flamin' joke
I miss your apple pie with a glass of gin
It's no picnic keep living out of a tin
       
         Can you hear me Mother?
Why did you have to up and die?
In all your life you never hurt a fly
It doesn't seem fair that you have gone
And did you know that Eileen woman
has taken up with your Ron?

         Can you hear me Mother?
The rent man still calls and gets no answer
I pretend I'm not in and watch Pink Panther
With Peter Sellers as Inspector Clueso
And him who sneaks up and does the judo
        
         Can you hear me Mother?
Remember the day you made that stew?
More than enough for me and you
It had onions in it, shallots and noodles
 Not exactly right for our own pet poodle

Poor thing ate loads and had seconds too
It was fine till it poo'd all over your shoes
None of us thought it was serious you see
But the vet disagreed and put him to sleep

You never got over that tragedy 
And we found you in't chair just after tea
            Can you hear me Mother?
                   Are you there Mother?
                          Can you hear me?

(Written In memory of the great Sandy Powell)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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