Here it stands tall and grand
He built it himself
With big bare hands
The completion date was 1993
And sure half the bricks
Were got for free
The wood was knocked
When yer man wasn’t lukin’
‘Twas the same I’m sure
For the gutter and the spoutin’
The nails and screws
That were lying about
Were put to good use
Of that there’s no doubt
He had built it for his wee red car
But his wife had plans
Lots better by far
For in it she stored her wine making kit
And with barrels and bottles
For hours she would sit
Now word got around her brew was good stuff
Friends and neighbours just can’t get enough
And now behind her up and over door
She sits red nosed selling bottles galore
Himself he sits sulkin’
for those weren’t his plans
for something he’s built with his big bare hands
His wee red car in the driveway sits
It won’t run on petrol a thing that it oughter
It won’t bloody go till it’s filled with Piesporter
This poem was wrote for my friends Davy and Elsie Vance
Who moved into their new house at Grangewood Manor, Dundonald
On their return from Australia 1993
Jean Burns
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