"We were a family of eight,

Dad frequently came home late.

Every morning off to work dad would go,

He was a baker we definitely needed the dough.

 

Poverty was rampant in our house,

Food was scarce ,there was only one mouse.

 Scrambled egg mum would serve as round the table we would  sit,

One egg she would place leaving us all to scramble for it.

 

Unfortunately dad suddenly passed away,

After drinking at least five or six glasses of whisky every day.

Dad was cremated the funeral was dire,

A fire engine was needed to put out the fire !

 

R.I.P. dad,we will miss you ."