johnsbucket   10 #1 Posted March 12, 2014 (edited) Old Morris Minor  In his mouth maybe one tooth or two, Skinny old chap everyone knew, Fe-k off was his favourite phrase, Never heard him give anyone praise, Although fit as a butchers dog was he, Started work at factory when he was sixty three, Had more than ten kids we seem to think, He would go to canteen to collect his drink, Usual cup of tea in yellow mug, three sugars, Rarely got a smile off this tired looking bugger, Hair now thin but not all grey, Probably quite a handsome lad in his day, Seventy next birthday but no thought of retiring, Better than most of these you keep hiring, This is something he often says to me, Is he right? Well quite possibly, Got a good engine on this now Sixty Niner, Not to dissimilar to an old Morris Minor. Body needs attention but M.O.T ok, Asked if he’s retiring? He says no fecking way.  johnsbucket Edited March 12, 2014 by johnsbucket Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
