In my workshop are:
one set of wheels
one headlamp shell
one rear lamp assembly
one set of side panels
one pair of mudguards
one number plate
one rear chain
one crankcase assembly
one cylinder block
one cylinder head
one bag of assorted nuts & bolts
one tray of pistons in various condition
one tear-drop petrol tank, dented
one set of front forks, bent
one set of handlebars, twisted
one dual seat from a Triumph Bonneville,
black, gold, scuffed
one motorcycle frame, slightly twisted
one workshop manual, well-thumbed
one book on defensive driving
one six-pack of DB
one puzzled expression
My granny was a rock star
At least that's what I think
By day she'd act all proper
At night she'd hit the drink
She'd gig down at the Roxy
Or in the local pub
The Lido was a favourite
Or the old age pensioners' club
Of course they weren't called rock stars
In 1933
But Variety Girls or Singers
Drinking endless cups of tea
If you're watching those old film clips
Where the "Toffs" are drinking gin
Keep an eye out for my granny -
Her name was Vera Lynn
© 2006 Tony Chad