Anthony Di'anno (Yorkshire)
Supper With Sinatra
Walking along from Boggle Hole to Robin Hood's Bay,
we gave up our woes and went out for the day.
The sun was diluted and the tide was way out.
Up from the beach came the bark of a dog and the hark of a shout.
Walking along lost in the view,
we didn't bother hiding our love,
every one knew.
Holding hands as we skipped down the stairs,
our faces gave up the weight of our cares.
Bimbling along we spotted a flyer,
there was a singer coming to town,
his name was Phil Fryer.
We noted the number and gave it a call,
it was twenty five quid to be held in the hall.
We easily agreed, that we rarely got out,
and having supper with Sinatra seemed such a good shout.
Cash Convertors said they would take good care of our rings,
for needs must in these kind of things.
We booked into a B&B at the top of a hill,
arrived far too early swallowed up by the thrill.
You slipped into the same dress, that you wore for our wedding,
and laid out your stuff all over the bedding.
We were not the slightest bit nervous as showtime started to loom,
for we had spent many hours practising at home in our very small room.
When he stepped onto the stage wearing a hat,
I said he had better be good or I will be telling him that.
You wanted to dance from the very first song,
I suddenly worried that I would get it all wrong.
Without giving me even one second,
you elegantly stood and seductively beckoned.
So I nervously stepped onto the floor,
and once I got going I just wanted more.
We danced and we danced for the entire night,
spinning and jiving an utter delight.
Cares were tossed far to one side,
you were barefoot and carefree with nothing to hide.
Ah such ecstasy I will never forget,
jumping and jiving and dripping in sweat.
With everybody gone we were reluctant to leave,
I gave you my jacket and looked for your hand lost in the sleeve.
Back in the room we were too giddy by far,
so we sneaked out a cuppa and sat in the car.
We talked and we talked, we dissected the night.
The shine in your eyes seemed incredibly bright.
Leaving the B&B later that day,
we hung around for a few hours, we just wanted to stay.
The joy of that night had to be told,
for the bond that it gave goes way beyond gold.
Our simple love composed such a beautiful sonata,
on the night that we gave it all up for supper a la Sinatra.
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