Did I ever tell you about my first husband? I was working at the bomb factory and the year was 1942. Then down at the Queen's Head one evening this dashing American strolls in. All talk of cowboys and exotic islands, and full of songs that were a far cry from cockels and the dutchman at number 21.
He swept me off my feet and we fell in love.
But soon he become crazied and irrational, talking about power cars off corn. I left him for my second husband Leonard who was a lot more sensible. Nothing like a consertive back benchers to light my gas cooker.
However I always have had a soft spot for that flyboy who made love to me in Tin Pan Alley during the blitz.
Anyway it saddens me to what has become of Willie Nelson. Look at his stash of narcotics. How could such a patriot become such a notorious social deviant. I bet he left a train of doped up children in his wake addicted to injecting the evil dope mushroom.
Just glad they outlaw caught him in time. How many more people have to die at the hands of 'I see no spliff' Nelson. Mary
