Dark Horse

COLOR CARNIVAL

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DARK HORSE!

Such a perfect lady! So quiet and demure!

So modest and retiring! So absolutely pure!

But someone put a wig on her at some outlandish 'do'

And Mary turned to extrovert! She shouted out 'Yahoo!'

We saw another side of her! She almost danced a jig!

Such a transformation! What magic in a wig!

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Stockton Ferry: Newcastle

ROMANCE ON THE HIGH SEAS!

Newcastle to Stockton? Five minutes!

We scarcely sit down but we're there!

The ferry goes backwards and forwards

And it's cheap with a Pensioners' fare.

But I'll tell you a story of romance

That blossomed on board.....only just!

Get a tissue if you're sentimental.

And remember! It's love and not lust!

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She was riding one day on the ferry,

A totally humdrum event.

She didn't much care where she'd come from,

She didn't much care where she went.

She'd had a bad day at the office;

She really felt dead on her feet,

So she found an obscure little corner

And simply sagged down in her seat.

He was standing alone when she saw him,

Just staring out over the rail.

His shoulders were slumped and dejected

As though he were going to gaol.

He half-turned his head and he saw her.

Their eyes seemed to lock in the glance

And she suddenly found that her sad little heart

Was doing a spirited dance.

In a trice, they were over in Stockton,

But she simply stayed in her seat.

She just couldn't walk to the gang-plank!

Her heart was still missing a beat!

Then he came and sat down right beside her,

As the ferry-boat set off once more,

And they sat, without words, as the ship sailed

For the city they'd left just before.

It was backwards and forwards they travelled,

And, although you may think it absurd,

They went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth,

And they never said one single word!

Then, just a they pulled into Stockton,

And she'd made up her mind she must land,

He drew in his breath with a sort of a gasp

And just made a grab for her hand!

Now they travel a lot on the ferry,

And the kids often come with their bikes,

And they walk and they swim and they picnic,

For that's what the family likes.

And, often, they share silent laughter,

As they think of that long-ago day,

And when they sail over from Stockton

He still holds her hand all the way.

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