Goodness, Huw, how did you manage to get down two poems heard on the telly? They are both good.

Now I have one. My husband, (not Welsh) has a beautiful, deep bass voice, and he loves this story.

A Welshman, Mr. Jones, told his friends he'd had a wonderful dream. He'd dreamed that he died. "What's wonderful about that?" his friends asked. "Oh,"he replied, "I dreamed I was in the heavenly choir - 5000 sopranos, 5000 altos, 5000 tenors and I. We were singing gloriously, but then St Peter tapped his baton on the podium and said 'A little less bass, Mr. Jones!'"