It was Paul's boss.
The boss who broke
Their leg and went
To the pub everyday
And got a blood clot
That travelled to his lung.
His alcoholic boss.
That did not secure
Enough work. My parents
Knew many people
But apprenticeships are
Hard to find here.
If Paul saved a little
The my parents would
Have paid the rest.
Not an audi. A little Corsa
Or a fiesta. And His
Boss was hardly
A shining example
On how to conduct
Your life. Now my parents
Neighbours were harder
Drinkers than my them.
My parents stuck to lager.