A Tribute to George

George Edward Beer

He was born in nineteen thirty… and was ten during the blitz

He found a lovely silky shirt… from a house that was in bits

With a middle name of Edward… he may have been called Ted

But like an old school Yorkshire man… he was known as Judd instead

He did two years National Service… he cooked meals and baked some bread

He served his country as a chef… and kept the troops well fed

He married Toots at twenty five… and they drove each other mad

But they had six kids during that time… so it can’t have all been bad

Some kids look like their parents… some kids are a dead ringer

But the likeness they all got from him… was a crooked little finger

He drove the hammer at Turton Platts… that’s where he did his time

When Sheffield was a powerhouse… and steel was in its prime

He finished work through ill health… then didn’t get out that much

Because he looked like forest Gump… with callipers and crutch

He had a lot of feathered friends… he bred budgies just for fun

He also raced some pigeons… they were quick and often won

His garden was another love… he was always in his shed

There were plants of every colour… in a pot or flower bed

He liked to play harmonica… he played all different tunes

And the grandkids used to love it… when he’d dabble on the spoons

He listened to Madonna… and he had a love for Kylie

I’m sure if he was here today… he’d be rocking out to Miley

He was liked and loved by everyone… when he lived at Abbey Grange

And now that he’s no longer there… I bet they find it strange

But he’ll always be remembered… and our pain will go away

And his memory lives in all of us… until our dying day

So George, we’ve missed your smiley face… It’s been a lonely year

But you’ll never be forgotten… the lovely George (Judd) Beer

XXX