By Josie Whitehead

Now Taffy was a Welshman

    And Taffy was a bore -

And Mum knew what she had to say

    When he came to our door.  


Gawky, graceless, impolite

    Are words that spring to mind,

But adjectives more accurate

    I’m sure you’ll likely find.


Paddy was an Irishman,

    With Irish charm and wit,

And I, along with other girls,

    Was tempted - just a bit!


But Paddy was a heartbreaker,

    Philanderer, and tease

Whose flirting ways with other girls

    For certain didn’t please.


Now Jock was Scottish, as you’ve guessed,

    And pleasing to the eyes,

But Jock was mean and thrifty -

    A shortcoming girls despise.


His penny pinching habits

    Quickly led to my “goodbye” -

Oh surely somewhere in this world

    I’ll meet the perfect guy.


Now Mike was English, pure and plain,

    But didn’t like to dance.

He asked me out, well once or twice.  

    I thought I’d take a chance.


He’s sometimes boring, good with jobs,

    But has a heart of gold -

And together we’re enjoying life,

    Despite the fact we’re old.


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