Gregory Timothy Windsor was born
Some twenty-four years ago one cold winters mourn.
His parents were happy but could not derive
Why they’d been blessed with boy number five.
With brothers of Mark, Matthew, Peter and Paul
What would they name him, what name at all?
Gregory was chosen and its really quite true
It’s the name of two saints, sixteen popes and a goat herder from Peru!

By age three Greg was a stylish young chap
With corduroy overalls and a propeller topped cap.
But his brothers decided that he was a great new toy
He was easy to trick and fun to annoy.
They even convinced him he wasn’t a Windsor at all
But was found by the road while very small.

When I first met Greg I was about ten
We all had three speed dragsters back then.
But Greg’s was the flashest I’d seen by far
With every option available and high sissy bar.
He always bragged about their huge backyard zoo
With every possible pet and then a few.
But the subject he liked to talk about most
Was his Dad had nine cars, how could you beat that boast.

Now Greg had a very good time at High School
Always trying the teachers and acting the fool.
He seldom did homework and was often quite late
But the teachers believed the sun shone out his date.
For a while I’d be in trouble copping detention or cane
Greg would be told ‘Please don’t do that again’.

The first car Greg had was a two-door Cortina
Beta known by its name of ‘Ena”.
And it always was and awesome site
To see Greg and Ena in full flight.
Cruising around in search of fun
Or holding it flat till it hit the tonne.
In the end the poor old thing had bad front end clanks
But that was from jumping too many contour banks.

Greg first met Helen about two years ago
From that point on a great romance did grow.
And during the early courtship you wouldn’t believe
The amount of flowers and fluffy toys they both did receive.
But of all the things Greg has done with his life
The best move so far has been making Helen his wife.

Now the buck’s night Greg had, that was one to remember
It began way back at the end of September.
For Greg was not happy with just one night
He wanted a buck’s month! he thought that his right.
From Adelaide to Newbridge we blazed a wild trail
Stopping here and there to have the odd ale.
And then last night just to make sure
We out on the town for a little bit more.
But now its all over I must despair
Before it began I had a full head of hair!
Now the end of this little story is near
And I’m looking forward to another cold beer.
But before I go I would like to express
My best wishes to the happy couple, good luck and God Bless.

Michael Smith
23rd November 1991