In the days of Slade a boy was made and Richard was his name,
Born on 4th April, With Joan and John to blame.
Grand National day the day of birth and Joan she dreamt a tip,
Ironically the horse it won its name it was GAY TRIP
Our Brother Richard one of four growing up in Sandy Lane,
Sometimes he was a cute little boy, sometimes he was a pain,
Netty knitted a cardy for Richard it was not good and a little too loud
But Joan she made him wear it to make our Netty feel proud
Diane remembers a trip with Richard to our local shop
But didn’t remember Richard outside and left him there to rot
When she got home Joanie asked“Did you leave Richard in the gutter?”
“Oh shit!” Diane exclaimed “But at least I’ve got the butter!”
I remember Play School on TV the poems you’d repeat
You really performed them very well it really was quite neat.
The one you performed so well with accuracy and flair
Was a little poem by Edward Lear The Table and the Chair
On sunny days you’d pop next door for cake and sweets and goodies,
Great memories for you, I think of days spent with the Woodies
You liked your hair long and short you wouldn’t let us pull it,
The funniest thing I ever seen was you with a curly mullet.
Holidays spent with Mum and Dad always went down well
Times you remember most were days spent at Ten Bel.
You liked your music in your room you liked to play it loud,
On your Amstrad music centre of which you were very proud
Schooling years you sometimes found a pain
But you do have fond memories of days at Barlow’s lane
Fazakerley Comp your senior school was not your favourite time,
But at least you stuck on in there and didn’t turn to crime
You were not fond of lessons or time spent in the gym
But at least you have fond memories of RE and Mrs Simm
Fancy dress you liked to do and the photos we have seen
Days dressed as Boy George and a man called Nick O Teen
Days spent out with me and Jan, I hope you had good times
A trip to Rooney’s for Pizza and also a few nice wines.
We took you out to Billy and Val’s one day, the day before Exams
And after a few Cyprus spirits, your head was down the pan
One too Many Cyprus spirits it didn’t go down well
And when exam time did arrive you thought you were in hell
On Christmas day you would go with me on a visit to see George and Phoebe
You’d always leave with a smile on your face and box of tofifee
Times move on and so did you, you passed your driving test
And in you little Mini you thought you were the best
Your working life had begun, we all thought you were thick
But you surprised all of us with a job at Butterley Brick
You went to join the Railway tickets you would sell
Checking train times all the day at this you did excel
Then off to central control to work for Merseyrail
A job you may not always enjoy, but it does pay for your ale
Halewood is now you home, you live in Brambling Towers,
Days spent walking in the woods, with Jack for hours and hours
After walking in the woods, that seems to take so long
It’s back to Brambling Towers with Jack, for a game of Kong
You enjoy your cooking, a steak in pepper sauce,
A pork fillet tossed in lime with a glass of wine of course
A pasta dish you can prepare some fish, a pan of scouse
Everybody is well fed, when they come to your house.
Holidays spent in Gran Can is your favourite hobby
You don’t care who you go with Frank, Barry or Bobby
Day spent baking in the sun keeping up your tan
Evening spent on the town looking for a man
Facebook you do enjoy it really is your scene
And one thing you do enjoy is being the drama Queen
Writing on walls, updating your status, is what you like to do
Sat in front of you PC with a beer or two
20th November a special date when we all go out
In memory of our lovely Mum and what she was all about
With Me, Diane, Jan and Dad a meal and a glass of wine
A daffodil a tear or two and a real good time
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY little brother from everybody here
Let’s raise a glass and wish you well in the coming years
Don’t get down you’re getting old it really would be naughty
Remember what they all say LIFE BEGINS AT FORTY!!!!
