This is a poem by my dad, Jeff Whitehead .... He is featured on WOL. He doesn't have internet access so I have put this on here for him.

It is a humorous poem based upon a true story. Please let's have your feedback:


Flat Caps and Braces

Flat caps and braces, white vests as well,
Ready and waiting, for the old fire bell.

All six moustaches, way overgrown,
These were the stern men the villagers own.

Flat caps and braces, white vests as well,
Ready and waiting, for the old fire bell.

Ladders and wagons, on the alert,
Hose pipes in hand ready to spurt.

Flat caps and braces, white vests as well,
Running in zigzags to the old fire bell.

A tipple they’d had, praying for rain.
Connected the hosepipe to the bloody gas main.

Flat caps and braces, black vests as well,
Staggering and swaggering to the old fire bell.

Blew up the village, whole place in ashes,
Only thing left, six bushy moustaches.

Flat caps and braces, singed vests as well,
Trouble and rubble. Silent fire bell.

Hi Darren I like to hear your dad read, he has such wonderful rhythm and I think this poem because of it's rhythm and rhyme would make a very good performance poem, please see the ad on the site for National Poetry Day workshop for over 50's and tell your dad about it wont you.
Magi
xxx