Daddy slight five foot six
With Danny La Rue taste,
Daddy hated conflict,
But this to be his fate,
Black hair changed overnight
To silver shade of grey
When mother took quick flight,
No concept of fair play;
His laughing eyes now itched
From rubbing and crying,
His smiling mouth now twitched
And heart began dying,
40 daily he’d smoke
And whisky by the flask,
Which proved to be no joke,
56 removed in cask;
Passed before his Mum and Dad,
Grandchildren and kids bereft,
Ma couldn’t have felt too bad,
As refused his sole request;
He needed one last look
At snaps logged lovingly,
A stolen photo book
Denied his deathbed plea.
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