279 - Yes, Paul, it's getting better all the time

Yes, Paul, it’s getting better all the time,
As you sang forty years ago today,
For my own aches and pains are gone, and I’m
Getting more sleep at last: hip hip hooray!
My betting’s getting better too, I’d say,
With wins at the French tennis tournament;
Now bring on Wimbledon (rain don’t stop play!)
And help my financial predicament.
It’s fine today: the sort of day that’s meant
For strolling in the park in summer’s prime,
For ice creams melted by distant sunray
That travels all that way and then is spent,
Absorbed by ice cream, earth, and us, sublime,
Healing and cheering us, so far away.
Sun 10 June 2007