Our Dad
Our Dad, what a man
He always said do the best you can
Irreplaceable he told me you’re not
But he is whether he likes it or not
Down the Workman’s playing crib or darts
He would win a lot and break their hearts.
Everybody liked him that is for sure
There on as Sunday till 12:54.
Back home for lunch at one on the dot
Mum wouldn’t be happy if he was not.
Out in the garden smoking his pipe
Veg was his thing, flowers not his type
Tomatoes in the greenhouse he grew every year
Some that he tried, came out very queer
But he always tried to get a good crop
A lot of the time he had more than a shop
Back to the darts, his passion for years
He was very good if you listen to his peers
180 he scored, quite often when he won
And in one season he scored one with his son.
Rugby League and football, he watched on TV.
Mum didn’t watch it, not her cup of tea.
So, record it he did, to watch late at night
And sometimes other things like a big fight.
A bet on a Saturday 5p each way
Would he win who could say
But in the bookies, everyone he knew
Morning Ken said more than a few
Playing music was another thing
He used to play piano and Mum would sing
Electronic keyboards soon came along
And he quickly mastered how to play a good song
Now he has gone he will be missed
90 years we had him, for which we are blessed
We all loved him as much as anyone can
Our Dad Ken Oddy a wonderful man
Steve
11th May 2018