Bring me jelly
For Bob.
Bring me jelly. If I grow old Have days when I don’t know who you are Or think you’re the Queen Or an angel Or call you by another’s name Days when I’m foul-mouthed Days when I sing love songs Days when I dribble soup Spit sausage or Fire peas one by one Bring me jelly In the shape of a red rabbit Sat in green jelly grass Dribble condensed milk into my dish Bring Arctic Roll and sherry heavy syllabubs. Trifle, fruit cocktail locked In raspberry jelly Playing hide and seek under Birds custard And contoured cream Scatter hundreds and thousands Tiny silver balls which I might crunch If I have teeth Bring me ice cream Mister Whippy or Walls Vanilla, chocolate, pistachio, raspberry ripple Coffee, Honeycomb and Ginger But never strawberry Callippos and Magnums Bring me love Keep sweet memories