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My Old Grandad

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2008 by dc

With a face like a teabag
Grandad would say,
“Don’t eat live pigeons,
They’ll turn your face grey.

Don’t swallow spanners,
Hammers or donkeys,
Don’t chew on bricks, they’ll
Make your teeth wonky.”

He was wise my old grandad
And wrinkled like prunes,
He’d make me rice puddings
Topped with mushrooms.

He’d tell me strange secrets
The world didn’t know
Like, “Did you know poodles
Were wolves with afros?

Did you know meatballs
Was Swedish for dog food
Or smoke from a chimney
Was really just fog stewed?”

I loved my old grandad
And cried when he died,
He was always there for me
And never told lies.