Joan walked in my bedroom,
With a hair net on her head,
Looked like she’d been out all night,
With fumbling Fred,
As she put down the cup of tea,
I laughed so much I wanted to wee,
There are times when she could hit me,
When I torment her like I do,
But says her arms aren’t long enough,
And so we laugh it through,
But I wouldn’t change my friend,
For no one else will do,
She brings me joy and happiness,
Not once but each day through.