Grandad Eric was a lovely chap
Always waving to that invisible man stood behind our back
Sending out greetings from the comfort of his chair
We’d turn around to find no-one there.
The smell of ripe tomatoes in the greenhouse was heaven
Mingled in with St Bruno* and Party Seven**
Adventures and tales of a gardener’s life
In a shed where he hides away from the wife.
He’d pull on his braces and puff on his pipe
And say these onions would go lovely with tripe
He’d keep garden fertiliser in a jar of Gold Blend
The generation that had to make do and mend.
Had plenty of time to practise his tricks
Since he retired from work in '76
Never seemed the academic sort
But knew lots of things that couldn’t be taught.
Now that times are hard I wish he was here
To pull that coin from behind my ear
He’d say things like “always get up early”
And “ wash you hands before tea”
And “never a borrower or a lender be”.
No more St Bruno and Party Seven
He now grows tomatoes in a greenhouse in heaven
The invisible man is taking a nap
Grandad Eric was a lovely chap.
* St Bruno is pipe tobacco popular in the 1970’s
** Party Seven was a 7 pint can of beer again popular in the 1970’s