My dad at 50

My dad at 50

Remember when in days gone by
You were a young man tall and spry
Well now you’re not

Your hair was wavy, black and thick
Worn with Brylcreme, looking slick
But now it isn’t

You winked at mum from your hospital bed
” Of course I’ll marry you” she said
And so she did

You had 3 kids, you wanted 4
But after Mandy said “no more”
Three’s enough

The storeroom was the place for you
In every hole you had a screw
All neat and tidy

Not long ago you had a job
But now you’re just a dole queue slob
We all are.

Now you’re a Taid with grandkids, two
An endless source of fun for you
Well sometimes.

Bingo and puzzles are your delight
But you never spend it cos you’re too tight
So mum does.

Holiday travel makes you sick
Moving to Rhyl should do the trick
If you ever get there.

So, Happy Birthday, try not to choke
This poem for you is just a joke