Christine: her day
47 runs on the board, drag out all the drums and bells,
Let’s celebrate this mighty feat on hilltops and in dells,
Near thirty years to take the plunge and marry that young man
Another seventeen to wonder how the hell this life began.
Work and play, and kids to raise, her heart is throbbing sweetly
With uniforms and dancing comps and maths tuition weekly,
Her husband’s current’s arcing volts, he shows no sign of shorting
To default on mortgage payments would simply not be sporting.
But 47 years from now with walking stick and brolly,
With eyesight dim and wondering “Who is he, by golly?”
When Jamie tells her in the bar, he’ll be so close to weeping,
“I did it, babe. We’re out of jail. I finally paid the mortgage.”