Sorry, Neil Oram (with an orange in my pocket)
I cant make ,your loch-side commune by bonny Drummadrochit.
Sorry Brenda Williams, I cant share your park bench protest near the Royal Free
At sixty I need a fire and slippers, -4 outside just isnt me.
Sorry, Chris Torrance, I cant make your Welsh eyrie
Just spelling Gymmercher Isaf Pontneathvaughan quite fazes me.
Sorry, Seamus Famous, your hide away in Dublin Bay
No doubt is bloody grand but I cant face the journey to a far off foreign land.
Sorry James Kirkup, your Andorran niche
Is just too complicated for me to ever reach.
Apologies especially to Emily Brontes ghost -
You are the mostest hostess that I could ever boast
Your heather moor and cobbled streets allure
Are something Ive put off until the braw New Year.
