And All That Jazz

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And All That Jazz


Oh no, she didn't get out much,
did meek old Imelda Megford.
Oh,no, she couldn't possibly drink a glass of wine,
who would peg out her washing for her in the morning?

Ok, she'll have a teensy-weensy drop of Cabernet Sauvignon then, if all the old gals at the Pensioners, oops, the wine was talking already, if all the old gals at the 'Active Retirement' party were practically forcing it down her throat.

'That's going down well, Imelda', Molly Moore with the fab new hairdo said.

'Well, I suppose a girl's gotta let her hair down sometime',
Imelda Megford said with a trace of something approaching joy, in her voice.

By 2am all thoughts of pegging out her dainties went clean out of her mind as she stood on the stage singing a medley of Bette Midler and Barry Manilow numbers.

Someone stopped her as she gathered chairs around her, old Mrs. Casey had just watched 'Chicago' the night before on DVD and soon twigged what Imelda Megford was about to recreate on stage.

Imelda Megford was removed from the stage by a set of over 60s from the Musical Society wing of the Active Retirement group.

Imelda Megford was last seen being collected by a smirking Arthur Megford. He hadn't seen his sweetheart like this in many years.

'Did you have a good night, darling?' he asked, standing clear by six inches from the alcohol fumes.

'You know me, Arthur, I don't need a drink to enjoy myself', she said.

Arthur smiled and linked her home, whistling a tune.....
'And all that jazz'....

Brigid O'Connor

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