Albert
Albert done croaked it.
He electrocuted himself
'cos his legs had given way
And he couldn't walk the hill
To his council flat no more.
He was 83.
He was Company Sergeant Major
To the Somersets
In the War and Greece.
He was a right bastard.
Wouldn't stand for no bullshitting.
He loved Greece,
The Changing of The Guard
At the Palace,
He drank retsina till his dying day.
He walked miles around Bath,
To his work and to the pubs.
He would drink his beer and barley wine.
His wife died thirty years ago
But he never looked at another woman.
He made chutney for himself.
His tapestry is famous.
He saw the sexshow in Tangiers in '38.
He wore his bunnet
And always had a twinkle in his eye.
He was Albert.
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