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My Cousin Vivienne.

My cousin Vivienne is my mother's brother's only daughter and I have always been very fond of her.    Attractive - very good figure - smart dresser - member of 'MENSA,' the elite  worldwide organisation of the most intelligent 2% of the earth's population.   She's well travelled - recently retired, a life-time schoolteacher in British and Australian schools - amusing company - good sense of humour - reliable and generous - romantic like me!

Furthermore, she owns her own house - in a select area of Liverpool - she has a big pension and loads of money!  She has never married, though she has a loving partner.  She was Cameron's 'Godmother' at his baptism.  She takes people for are - their financial circumstances are a side issue.

I wrote this poem to celebrate her retirement 4th December 1994.

 
Retirement.

So you've finally reached your retirement'

Its time for the glasses to clink,

Three gold stars for attendance,

And teaching the pillocks to think!

Its been 35 years of hard-labour,

Of cajoling, and urging, and threats,

Of clipping the wings of the bullies'

And not showing favours to pets.

Goodbye screeching chalk on the blackboard'

And the clatter of rulers and pens,

Farewell to the noise of assembly

And the questions:"Why?" - "Wherefore?" and "When?"

I'll bet on the blue Caribbean,

the Pacific, or Tasman or Med,

With the sun-tan, the cocktails and talent,

You'll not think of the struggling head!