wordsout by godfrey rust
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Lines written in praise of Michael and Kate Coulson

on the occasion of their departure from St John's to reside in Birmingham in September 1999, after the manner of Sir William Topaz McGonagall, Poet and Tragedian

I dedicate my ode to Mike and Kate Coulson
for whom in praise I could not be more fulsome
(two great Caledonian people, and who dare say
     they are not?
for though Michael claims to be a Geordie, by
temperament and by marriage he is certainly 
     a Scot)
as they leave us for the great city of Birmingham
taking their three boys James, Andrew and Sam.

They will first be remembered as those two 
     brave souls
who chose to reverse their domestic roles
and Kate it was who went out in the profession 
     of law to work
but Michael as househusband did not his 
     duties shirk
for surely the stress of being a solicitor
is more restful than spending the day picking up 
     Hula Hoops from the floor
though Kate hasn’t yet found, it is sad to tell
a way to let Michael do the giving birth bit 
     as well.
And it was a bold step as I do propose
for someone as macho as Michael to have chose
and yet who would dare think himself superior
to a man whose job had once been selling 
     Guinness in Nigeria?
For at every stage of Michael’s career
he has always retained a strong connection 
     with beer
and when to the great metropolis he came 
     with his lovely wee bride
it must be said that pride in London was less 
     important to him than London Pride
and no member of clergy could resist the charms
of a staff meeting in the Foresters’ Arms
for he has been a deputy church warden here since nineteen hundred and seventy three
or at least so it seems to me
and several members of the PCC
(although there was a brief period of backsliding 
     which few people names
when they sneaked off to worship at St James).

Now a ministry has been given to each
and Kate the Climbers for so long did faithfully 
and at the piano did grandly play
on many a happy service I am bound to say
though mostly it was on Sunday evening
where her skills will be sorely missed 
     now that they are levening
for she even knows what those wee black dots     
     and lines on the paper mean
which is more than can be said for many of the 
     St John's Music Team.

Now Mike’s manner was sometimes gruff, 
     but let it be known throughout the planet
that beneath this rough exterior beats a heart 
     of pure granite.
If Michael had been one of the twelve that 
     Jesus chose
he’d have been the one arranging the seating 
     for 5000 to sit in rows.
A handyman, an estate agent and a tough 
(though he’d buy you a pint of Directors’ later)
and he kept a cool head when choosing vicars
where many others may be getting a twist in 
     their knickers
and he knew something no-one had ever known 
     in St Johns before
that was the right key for every single door
(although it is said that one night 
     his concentration slipped
and Joan Hills did spend the rest of the weekend 
     in the crypt)
but he did not have to do all this alone 
     as we have found
For St Johns has a caretaker who lives 
and between Michael and Gary the teamwork 
     was plain,
the Batman and Robin of Mattock Lane.
They would furnish the buildings and fit burglar 
so none of the staff might come to harms
and yet when the hard work is done and the 
     time comes to play, O
then Mark Sheard the church warden arrives 
     in his Alpha Group Romeo
and takes all the glory with his smooth manner 
     and terrible shirts
and the real heroes never get their 
     proper deserts.

Yet his greatest achievement, we will say with 
was to fix the clock of St Johns, West Ealing.
For many years time had stood still
from the days of Stan until shortly before 
     the coming of Will
you never knew if you were late or soon
for it was always either midnight or noon
(though some did say, and this seemed churlish 
     to me,
that this was normal in the CofE).
But Michael did tackle the diocese of London 
     and Willesden
and made sure they would pay the Billesden
and he supervised the workers almost every day
to make sure they finished without delay
and he was not above cajoling and scolding
especially those who erected the scaffolding
so much that they threatened to sue everyone 
     in sight
and things were not settled till Mark Sheard stepped in with his impression of Madeleine 
but Mike’s diligent labours did get their reward
and time moves on again now the clock 
     has been restored
so whene’er we look up at the tower of St Johns
     West Ealing
we will remember them with deep and grateful 
So let us all give thanks for Mike and Kate 
for whom in praise I could not be more fulsome.

Read at a morning service at St John's, West Ealing, September 13th 1999.