Morecombe.

The lone man in the theatre, conjured up this image

Of a man, who made us laugh, and was loved by all.

He told the story of Eric and his partner Ern,

On this stage, where the great man died.

He made us laugh, he made us cry,

As he told the story of Morecombe,

Nee Bartholomew and Wise, nee Wiseman,

Who still make me laugh, with their timeless humour.

“I’m playing all the RIGHT notes,

But NOT necessarily in the RIGHT order”

Lines that will be remembered through history

As they were recalled once again

The memory of Andre Preview, jumping up and down,

And not laughing at this bespectacled clown.

The orchestra finding it difficult to play,

As the tears of laughter ran down their faces.

The breakfast being prepared to that

Tune that conjures up such risqué images.

And has the actor, of Hammer Horror films,

Received his pay cheque yet?

So many memories of a funny man

And yet, the man that many did not see.

“If we made you laugh – that’s good;

If we made you care – that’s better”

The man whose view on life was

“Positive Thinking”

And always left the stage bringing sunshine

Into our lives.

The curtain closes on the lone man on the stage

And on Eric at the place he left this world.

The actor and writer came back to answer questions

About the funny man.

Then from the audience came another;

Eric’s daughter, so strong of character

Listening to her father’s life,

In the place, where he had died.

And from this woman came the lines

That brought me many more tears.

Her son asking her the question, that I will never forget

“Does this mean that there will be no more magic?”