Pauline's Limerick by Claudia Summer
A toast to beloved Pauline
Who never learned how to be mean.
When folks made her mad, she changed it to glad
Cause her therapist mode was that keen.
When she sang she provided the bottom
Which we needed, cause now we not got-em.
But we now must go on
Though some joy will be gone.
In our spirit she won't be forgotten.
She gave everything straight from the heart
Never asking to play a small part.
When it domes down to it
She was such a hot shit,
Let the healing and laughter restart!
Tears of laughter become tears of pain
She can't make us snicker again.
But I still hear her say,
In her Pauline-ish way,
Our shared mission we still should maintain.
So for Linda, our love can give hope
That together we CAN somehow cope
Without our sweet bass
Adding fun to the place.
Will we give up our dreams? I say "nope."
We'll keep singing to make a new day,
Let's honor her life in this way,
We can live without tomorrow
If we sing our shared sorrow,
With Pauline in our heart - there to stay.
Yes, a toast to our bud whom we'll miss
If she could she would probably say this:
"Now you women, don't fret," we will never forget
The shared singing that brought us all bliss.
