We came across the world to ski, please stay in Saffron was the Silver plea!
So on a Gatwick flight we came across and found Tottenhams Elliott the chalet boss!
The sun shone brightly every day and on the slopes we loved to play.
With Cleethorp’s Martin we chose to ski! ‘Keep close behind’ was his usual plea.
Ilene was a real ski whizz and hit the slopes with my dear wife Liz.
Advancing years were slowing me down and on many runs I was a ‘clown’.
Pat was our other dear ski mate but was slow to reach the ski lift gate!
She hit the slopes with several falls and felt the pistes were a load of balls.
Neil and Phil would ski all day and work very hard to get Nick to play.
And so with joy the week went bye and chalet guests gave a happy cry!
Now we all must head for home, the snowy slopes no more to roam.
So enjoy ‘life’ you happy lot and don’t let ‘SILVER’ loose the plot!
Barrie & Liz