A broken leg just needs a cast,
A septic ear will mend quite fast,
There’s medication for neuralgia,
But there’s no cure for nostalgia….
And so we say goodbye to Wally.
It makes us all so melancholy.
She was a source of inspiration
By her total lack of dedication.
She’d sit for hours upon a box,
(Sometimes shirts and sometimes socks)
Thinking, musing, dreaming, dozing,
Until she heard the lift-door closing.
Then, up she’d spring, a brand new Wally,
And throw some jumpers in a trolley
A septic ear will mend quite fast,
There’s medication for neuralgia,
But there’s no cure for nostalgia….
And so we say goodbye to Wally.
It makes us all so melancholy.
She was a source of inspiration
By her total lack of dedication.
She’d sit for hours upon a box,
(Sometimes shirts and sometimes socks)
Thinking, musing, dreaming, dozing,
Until she heard the lift-door closing.
Then, up she’d spring, a brand new Wally,
And throw some jumpers in a trolley
The rest of this, written around 1995? appears to be missing!!
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