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.
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!
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!