Holding On

I call him, seeking shelter from the storm
Wine revives me and his voice is warm
Later, still, and with all talk replete
Resting on my arm, he falls asleep
And I would hold him, washed up on my shore
Feeling tender, not demanding more
There's nothing here that needs to happen next
This closeness is more intimate than sex
A spell once broken that might never mend
This is how to hold on to a friend



Boyfriend

I can't believe
She'd talk to Steve
With all he's said and done
Oh how she cried
Said that he lied
Wished he was dead and gone
But now she claims
That half the blame
Lies with her fair and square
But I'll not judge
Or bear a grudge
If she feels love is there
I'll still be round
Feet on the ground
If she should fall once more
And next maybe
It will be me
Who's feeling sad and sore



Staying Friends

Why is it when you split up
Though saying you'll be friends
You can scarcely pick your kit up
When all friendship's at an end
While walking out of his door
He's forgotten who you are
In accordance then with this law
You'll forget him in a bar
It's a pity when you know him
And he's seen a lot of you
That a situation so grim
Should so rapidly ensue
So, dear ex's, no more kissing
All that stuff is truly through
It's your friendship I am missing
(Don't call me, though, I'll call you)



Pili

Our au pair Pili now lives where
The bulls all run from street to square
But still she calls to give us news
This contact we'd not want to lose
For if her birthday I forget
And if for months we have not met
Of our small family she is part
Right to the end, as from the start
We like to hear all she can tell
We miss her lots and wish her well


Anabel

As for you, Anabel
We're all missing you as well
For you were our first au pair
With your style and all your flair
Every day you would wear
Sunny smiles and curly hair
First au pair came through our door
Family for ever more
Now you have your own sweet home
Not for a while now will you roam
Do not forget that we all care
And hope that you are happy there



Business Travel

There was a consultant called Barry
Who thought he was sexually harried
A woman, so sweet
Felt him from head to feet
But his wallet away with her carried



New Baby

Isabella, in her cot
Gurgles, cries and drinks a lot
And her parents love her madly
Even though she treats them badly
She will pass through seven ages
Read now, while I turn the pages
The first age gives you lots to do
But it only lasts 'til two
A toddler then, she'll open drawers
Throwing everything on floors
Tantrums, anger, and so strong!
The second age does not last long
Soon she'll be at infant school
Nativity plays are really cool
She will make your heart feel warm
Dressed up in her uniform
Seven to ten's the age of parties
Cheesy crisps and chocolate Smarties
Friends will come to stay the night
Wake you with a pillow fight
Very soon she will be older
Tall enough to reach your shoulder
Into make-up, songs and fashion
Loving boy bands with a passion
Progressing now into age six
With real boys she will start to mix
You will sit at home and worry
'Cause she's growing in a hurry
But she'll be fine, and soon a girl
Who's leaving young men in a whirl
So hold that baby while you can
Before she's married to some man
Your feelings you may try to hide
You'll still feel just the same inside
So parents who have just begun
I wish you both a lot of fun