Fab at 50 at the Old Vic
The party is full of friends old and
new
Cousins, aunts and uncles from Distant
Lands
The ale flows as easy as a summer
breeze
The chat is of “can you remember
when”
Dad keeps getting me pints of Mr Smith
A hug for the queen of the party
She has a smile that would light up the
whole town
A pleasant meet at last with Cousins
Cousins who travelled, from across land
and sea
The man who looks like Father Christmas
Who talks to me of past adventures?
John Travolta and Neutron bomb wannabes
Fill the dance floor.
The food a spread to please a King
The company leaving you wanting more
A night to remember for Cousin Pat
Pat who like any good wine, just gets
better
As 49 turns to 50
One summers evening
At the Old Vic
©Martin
Hickman; August 2013
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