This is the story of a girl
with golden hair and eyes of pearl.
She lived down south, so far away,
but more than that, I will not say.
The girl she had a farther good,
but at what age, the question stood.
Many said, he'll fifty be,
and that's not bad, when you're sixty-three.
For her father's day she to him bought,
with love and after greater thoght.
Some music, on a CD small,
now don't you go and spoil it all.
She was so happy with every song,
and played it herself, all night long.
Back home they waited for her gift,
so she packed and sent, it went so swift.
And so the gift arrived at last,
but sometimes things just go too fast.
Yes, it is so strange, that this would be,
the cover came, but no CD.
The CD is back at the room of hers,
and that's why I wrote this little verse.
And if it doesn't make you merry and gay,
at least you got it, on the day.
Arthur Per Cowie
Dad's birthday was 4. june, and he did get the poem on the day. I just haven't remembered posting this before now.
