Gareth Glyn Roberts
Uncle Wilfred - Poem by Gareth Glyn Roberts
Uncle Wilfred's nerves weren't the best
He kept a miniature brandy under his vest
Whenever he went out he got shaky and shivery
So he always used Tesco home delivery.
Uncle Wilfred lived in Preston
He never went out without his vest on
And underneath a miniature brandy
Which from time to time would come in handy.
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