Monkey, And Pigface


I remember the day
my Dad died.

Of course I do,
I'll never forget it.

He was already in
a coma, but he was
really, struggling to
breathe.

My mum said " Talk to
him, Ian. "
As she went to call an
ambulance.

" I don't know what to say. "

I'm sad to have to admit to
that, but it's true.

My mum said " You'll think
of something, some good
time. "

And, so I told him about how
much I'd enjoyed working
with him.

We both worked as engineers
in a toolmaking workshop.

I was his apprentice.

We worked together for
ten years,we had some
great laughs, and some
bad arguments.

So, as my poor, poor Dad
was passing away, I was
reminding, trying to remind
him, of the names we used
to use to take the piss out
ot the other workers.

" Dad, remember Dave, the
monkey, and Pigface ?
Bungle, and Blakey ? "

I hope he understood me ,
he would've laughed if he
could, I'm sure of it.