At first you called that lump your wallet, for its size and shape
When we knew it was cancer, you named it Ken
For a man who'd been the biggest pain in your bum
You said "I've still got a good sense of tumour"

After you died I went into the mountains
Looking for consolation in my solitude
Then on the summit of Great Knott I thought
"Wendy - you were great, but now you're not"