OUR DAD
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It wasn't long before old dad Was cumbersome - a drag. He seemed to get the message and Began to pack his bag. 'You don't want me around,' he said, 'I'm old and crippled too.' We didn't have the heart to say 'You're bloody right it's true.' He really took an age and more To pack his tatty kleid. We started coughing by the door, To hurry him outside. 'I'm no use to man nor beast,' He said, his eye all wet. 'That's why we're getting rid of you, Yer stupid bastard, get.' His wrinkIed face turned up to us A pleading in his look; We gave him half-a-crown apiece And polished up his hook. 'It's not that we don't like you dad.' Our eyes were downcast down. 'We've tried to make a go of it Yer shrivelled little clown! ' At last he finished packing all, His iron hand as well. He even packed the penis What he'd won at bagatell. "Spect you'll write a line or two?' He whined - who could resist? We held his face beneath the light And wrote a shopping list. 'Goodbye my sons and fare thee well, I blame yer not yer see, It's all yer mothers doing lads, She's had it in for me.' 'You leave our mother out of this!' We screamed all fury rage, 'At least she's working for her keep And nearly twice your age!' 'I'd sooner starve than be a whore!' The old man said, all hurt. 'Immoral earnings aren't for me, and living off her dirt.' 'She washes everyday,' we said Together, all at once. 'It's more than can be said for you Yer dirty little ponce!' At last upon the dooistep front He turned and with a wave He wished us all 'Good Heavens' And hoped we'd all behave. 'The best of luck to you old dad!' We said with slight remorse, 'You'll dig it in the workhouse man.' (He wouldn't though of course.) 'Ah well he's gone and thats a fact,' We muttered after lunch, And hurried to the room in which He used to wash his hunch. 'Well here's a blessing in disguise; Not only money too; He's left his pension book as well The slimy little jew!' 'What luck we'll have a party Inviting all our friend. We've only one but she's a laugh She lets us all attend.' We never heard from dad again I 'spect we never shall But he'll remain in all our hearts - a buddy friend and pal.
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Love that. Cheers.
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Cheers as well. Glad somebody 'got' it.
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I enjoyed the poems very much Skray. Thanks for posting them. I love John's sense of humor and his writing.
