Grandpa's Sure Cure For What Ails Ya
Grandpa had a good idea
for treating his sore knee.
He'd get a jar and fill it up
with raisins; and then he
would fill the jar with brandy or
at least with alcohol,
any kind would work for this
he wasn't picky at all.
He'd leave the raisins soaking
in the jar for several hours
and then he'd take them out and he
would fill that jar with flowers.
And then he'd give the flowers to
my Grandmother in case
he got too soused from drinking all
the liquor in that vase.
It didn't do a doggone thing
to make his joints unstiffen,
but as he said, and I agree,
it surely couldn't hurt none.
Copyright © Christine Lehman | Year Posted 2016
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