22 May 2012
Inside my memory Is thoughts of you. The things you said And what you used to do.
My favourite phrases That you always listed, 'I know what's wrong with that... Petrols twisted'
You used to say 'I'll have a spot' What you meant was tea So we gave you the pot.
Every year when asked You always had the reply 'I want the top brick off the chimney' We all questioned why.
Then there was those times We all come to hear you say 'they're all coming up here today'
But most memorial of all And baffling to this day. Was that of 'ridder rudder harden row' You alway used to say.
Uncle • Opuss № I