Ode to Joy

 Joy is a very dear friend. I wrote this poem as a little bit of nonsense at her wedding some time ago.

ODE TO JOY

When a baby girl is born there are bridges to be crossed.

And one of them's the choosing of a name.

For if it doesn't fit, in future years there's hell to pay

And the parents, then, are bound to get the blame.

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Angela is no angel;

Charity is plain mean;

Grace lacks co-ordination

And Virginia is far from green!

Dawn is in bed till mid-day;

Eve greets the early light;

Constance is always changing

And Mercy loves a good fight.

Patience flies off the handle;

Fay is heavy and fat;

Felicity never looks happy

And Melody always sings flat.

Faith holds no hope for the future;

Prudence takes risks all the time;

Hope looks dejected and hopeless

And Honour's committed a crime!

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But, as everybody knows, there are exceptions to all rules,

And one lady has a name that fits just right.

She is joyous, she is joyful. and we all enjoy her joy;

When she smiles it's just like switching-on a light!

And her joy has been increasing; that's been plain to see,

Since that happy day of lucky girl-meets-boy.

So, Joy, we wish you all the best that life can have in store.

And, Dave ....... just have a life that's

FULL OF JOY!