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Brian's 80th

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He is a diamond geezer

We never would exchange

Our H - some know as Brian -

The Monarch of The Grange.

 

He lives life like he bowls his woods

He’s true right to the end

A special Dad and Grandpa

A stalwart, loyal friend.

 

A gentleman, a generous host

A fount of sound advice

In short, as we all know him

He’s really, really nice!

 

He started work at 13

It can’t have been much fun

Then war came and he guarded

Box Tunnel from the Hun.

 

In peace he set a course towards

A fruitful new career

On Keato and Amanda Gun

A ship-shape engineer.

 

Back home a business started

With instruments marine

He built himself a factory

To make the Hartcliffe scene.

 

He drove a shiny Daimler

And then a Merc of late

It might not seem so swanky

Until you see the plate.

 

His passion is his garden

With sprinkler and a hose

And any waste and rubbish

Into a bonfire goes.

 

He’s oft seen on a bowling green

When not off on a cruise

Or nipping to the Dovecot

For just a drop of booze.

 

His club it is the Unllit

Yet if inside you look

You’ll find an awful lot of stuff

Yet not a single book.

 

He learnt to swim at sixty

When he installed his pool

Now he’s an able lifeguard

While family play the fool.

  

He loved his dogs – yes, every one 

From Seamus through to Sky

But Angus he was barmy -

It makes you wonder why.

 

Now H has reached the big Eight-Oh

Who could believe four score

We wish him all the very best

And many, many more!

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