A dear old maid by the name of Ella,

Had waited so long to capture a fella.

Large and handsome, or ugly and small,

Into those arms she would gladly fall.

At her age one can't be so choosy,

It won't be a crime if he is boosy.

He might be old, bald as a coot,

She won't really give a hoot.

She is quite game if he is rough,

Her war cry is 'Lead on McDuff'.

With love aflame, and not a care,

Lord please answer this maiden's prayer.

Mrs Joan Foster

Moor Lane

Bolton