In Memoriam : Juliette Kaplan ("Pearl" from Last of the Summer Wine)

(To "Summer Wine")

In golden days down Yorkshire ways
a woman, fond of odd berets
looks for her man - who often strays
in search of summer wine.

"Ah, hello pet. I've hardly met
this lady - whose name I forget.
We've barely got to fumbling yet
 nor drinking summer wine."

[bridge]

Now Howard's bike
doesn't roam -
he just stays home.
While all their friends
reached their ends,
taken by Time.

No steak and kidney pie to cook
No checking Howard's shifty look
No need to change his library book
There's just eternal wine.

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