Banjo On The Wall

Back home in my birthplace, 
that legendary city of steel,
my paternal grandparents
taught me much of what is real

Values that they set before me
some five decades back it will be
included many of those I still hold dear,
and always will do, year after year.

Among the many hobbies that then filled out their time,
they bred British bulldogs & had certificates in a line,
all across one wall to show the prizes they had won,
but while I quite liked the dogs, they didn't half frighten mum!

Long before I was even yet a twinkle in Dads eye,
They performed duets together for extra money to get by.
My grandad wrote the parodies, that they then would go and sing,
his comic verses always popular enough to assure another booking.

We still have his four string banjo, with shining brass when the light's caught,
a while back it featured in a play at the school where my big sis taught,
and when I get it back again I think I will leave it on display where,
there's space up by their photos, a banjo on the wall would look so good there...

©Rhumour
July 22nd 2010