Grandpa’s dress sense

Grandpa’s dress sense.

When Grandpa eats his sandwich, the crumbs fall on his chin.
His teeth stay in his pocket, he forgets to put them in.
His gums go round and round like a Zanusi on full spin.
Like a visit to the Laundromat, having lunch with him!

The stains on Grandad’s trousers were always around his crutch
Grandma couldn’t wash em, he wore them far too much.
A little crumb of cheese leaves a greasy spot.
Especially from Pizza, it’s gooey and it's hot.

Grandad wore a cardigan that bulged around his chest.
Crumpled, green and bobbled, buttoned to his vest.
He wore his braces short, tri- coloured and thin.
They held his fly hole zipper, somewhere near his chin.

The legs on Grandpa's trousers, were windswept wide and free
His turn ups, tall and heavy, stopped somewhere near his knee.
With stains all down the front of meals that Grandpa ate.
A record of the morsels that fell off Grandpa's plate.

When Grandpa wore his party shirt on family occasions.
The colours and the patterns would stop all conversations
The garish Paisley patterns of yellow, pink and brown.
The collar stands up proud, bold and penny round..

On auspicious occasions like christenings and wakes.
He wears his crumpled silk suit with boots made out of snakes.
Our family, we love our dear old Grandpa.
We love to hear him talk about his time
When John Travolta danced away the fever.
And wearing flares was not a fashion crime.

Before the days when time became a thief.
When Grandpa wore his silk suit, and his snake skin boots,
When Grandpa had his hair, his youth, his fashion sense and ….. teeth.