He was great, me Dad
He was great, me Dad
He'd take me to Southport
We'd go to the Wimpy
And have the biggest beef burger you'd ever seen
Followed by a mountain-sized Knickerbocker Glory
Then we'd rush to the fair
Where I'd jump on the rollercoaster
And, for some strange reason, be sick soon after.
He was great, me Dad
He took me to see Everton every Saturday
He made me a wooden rattle ~
What a racket that made!
He bought me the Everton home strip from Jack Sharp’s
He'd take me to Southport
We'd go to the Wimpy
And have the biggest beef burger you'd ever seen
Followed by a mountain-sized Knickerbocker Glory
Then we'd rush to the fair
Where I'd jump on the rollercoaster
And, for some strange reason, be sick soon after.
He was great, me Dad
He took me to see Everton every Saturday
He made me a wooden rattle ~
What a racket that made!
He bought me the Everton home strip from Jack Sharp’s
And the best Puma football boots in the whole school.
He once made me a huge wooden suitcase
With compartments
For all my Lego pieces.
He could make anything.
With compartments
For all my Lego pieces.
He could make anything.
He was great, me Dad.
He was also a diabetic
He was also a diabetic
Sometimes he'd put too much insulin in his blood
So he could go out for a few bevvies with his mates.
But sometimes he'd end up in a coma
And be rushed into hospital.
Sometimes in town he'd go funny
As if he was drunk.
It was just lack of sugar.
And be rushed into hospital.
Sometimes in town he'd go funny
As if he was drunk.
It was just lack of sugar.
I used to carry a bag of boiled sweets in my pocket
Or put four sugars in his tea
When he wasn't looking
When he wasn't looking
That's how he died.
Hypoglycemic coma, they said.
Hypoglycemic coma, they said.
He was 52.
I loved me Dad, he was great
But I wish he hadn't gone so quickly
Just when I needed him
Just when I needed him
Just when I had so much to learn.
I never really knew him, you know.
But I knew he loved me.
I never really knew him, you know.
But I knew he loved me.
Peter Barrett
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'PASSION'
A book of poems by my friend Peter Barrett
