GRANDAD
Me grand dad were a grand chap
He wore a trilby
And a gaberdine mac
He worked in’t mill
And smoked a pipe
Rode to work and back
on his push bike
Saturday night he'd get spruced up
And go down to his local
A few jars of ale consumed
He became very vocal
Knee’s up mother brown,
Roll out the barrel
I’ll take you home Kathleen
Or even a Christmas carol.
The landlord shouted time
The last song was sung
Oh Harold just one more rhyme
Last orders! the bells been rung
A night full of songs and prose
He couldn't stand on his feet
When up he sprung on his toes
And muttered I’ll give them a treat.
LAST NIGHT I BOUGHT SOME CHEESE
WHICH THIS MORNING MADE ME SNEEZE
THE CAT HAD A FIT IN THE CELLAR
THE DOG HAD THE SAME DISEASE
THE CHAIRS BEGAN TO WALK
AND THE TABLE DID THE SAME
AND MY GRANDMOTHERS BEAUTIFUL PICTURE
WALKED OUT OF IT’S BEAUTIFUL FRAME.
