Garry the Grey

Written for Alexa and Angus on the occasion of the World's Greatest Shave, 2014 and performed at Bogarts in Parap.

Life can be hard work
When a strange genetic quirk
Sends you grey before the age of seventeen.
Instead of flowing raven locks,
I was the teenage silver fox.
The youngest grey nomad the world had ever seen.

Now all the girls might give a cheer
For George Clooney or Richard Gere
In a charming smooth romantic comedy.
But can't you see?
You might tell me it's distinguished,
Like a gentleman who's English.
But it's still fifty shades of rubbish to me.

Salt and pepper. A speckled spray.
Even Gandalf the Grey.
So many names to hurt, malign and injure.
But whatever I've been called
I'm just grateful I'm not bald.
And I thank the Lord I'm not a freaking ginger.

Make of that what you will.



Garry with 2 Rs