Our Terry was a wonderful Lad,
today the family are so sad
He passed today and we don't know why
the angels have taken him up to the sky
He was a cracking son, who loved his mum
a brother, a friend, to everyone.
but most of all he was a cracking Dad
and now his daughters are so so SAD.
He was loving and gentle and a practical joker
ohhh yes he was a smoker
his wit and humour put everyone at ease
always willing to help and please.
Sport and gaming were his passion
occasionally keeping up with fashion
in footy training you could hear his voice
But Man United was his team of choice
I'm sorry Terry i have to say goodbye
but save me a place in that sky
watch over us that you've left behind
its a sad sad loss you were so kind
All the best Marra in your new home
and i know that you are not alone
Your memory will always remain in our hearts
in reality we are not apart
God bless you Tez or is it Wigwam
tell you what mate you were a real good man
now don't you be laughing at us up there
i know that you really do care.
The Practical Joker
By Elton Camp
Joe, by a paving contractor, was employed
Practical jokes were what he most enjoyed
When an extra pair of boots he spied
Another of his inane tricks he tried
With paving he covered the tops well
And then with panic Joe began to yell
“Somebody help!” is what he cried
“It looks like a workman has died!”
“His poor body I have just located.
With paving he’s been suffocated!”
The foreman ran from the construction shack
At the horrible sight he was taken aback
He suddenly said, “I don’t feel very well.”
Clutching his chest, to his knees he fell
This was the last practical joke Joe tried
Due to his stupidity, the foreman died
Proverbs 26: 18, 19 – “As a mad man who casteth firebrands, arrows and death,
So is the man that deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Am not I in sport?”
An Invite
Now son, I think you’re sneaky,
not just lying for my good.
Your cover-up was cheeky,
I’m not blind or wear a hood.
A nursing home’s not for me
nor assisted-living room,
I’m keeping my own money
and that place is not my doom.
I’m old but like strip poker,
karaoke makes me high,
known as practical joker,
kind of partial to the rye.
I raised a suited dandy
that’s so rigid in his ways.
Yeah, schooling came in handy
cause you left for longer stays.
So son, you have your answer,
I’m not going anywhere.
I’ve hired a belly dancer
for my party if you dare.
It might be my last birthday,
if you come, you must have fun.
Your sister’s having her way
bringing beer and loaded gun.
The gun is for my present,
it’s protection I don’t need.
So come and let’s be pleasant
and we see where it will lead.
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