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One year I got a shirt with my initials on the pocket, My grandma wanted me to have it instead of a Saturn rocket. Even though what I really wanted was the model of the Apollo ship, My dad had made it clear to me that I shouldn’t give her any lip. And so I had to put it on and wear it for the rest of the day, A ten year old in his oxford cloth with MAL on display. “Don’t you look grown up?” Gram said with a smiling face, My brothers all laughed at me as my head hung in disgrace. When I sat down to Christmas dinner I saw salvation from remorse, Cranberry sauce and the law of gravity that I knew would be enforced. “I think that I’d like this sauce I’ll just put some on my plate,” Ooops, it slipped it seems that clumsiness was my fate. I excused myself to get up to go and change my shirt, I wiped a tear from my eye so grandma wouldn’t feel too hurt. It seemed that I had pulled it off even though the caper was adlib, Until my mom wrapped me in a towel and I now wore a bib. “I don’t want to see this shirt get spoiled before the dinner’s done,” She pushed my chair up tight to the table for fear that I might run. Which is what I would have done if it hadn’t been for my granddad, As he wrapped up in a towel and said, “I don’t think that looks half bad.” Then he threw an olive at my towel and said, “Now you’ve got a shield,” Then he threw one and I caught it in my mouth like I was in center field. I looked around the table and hit him with a piece of turkey meat, That he proudly wore upon his towel as we all continued to eat. Never again did I ever wear the shirt with my initials on the pocket, And next month for my birthday my Grandpa got me a Saturn Rocket. Sometimes I wonder just what kind of a grandpa will I be, And I really hope that I get a grandkid who’ll throw his food at me.

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  1. Date: 12/20/2011 5:26:00 AM

    Tony, I just had to return to this anecdotal write!! It made my heart chuckle the first time around!! I wish you lived a lil closer bc I wanted to start a Poetry Society in Miamisburg. It would be fun to run a venture like that with you...Poetry readings and food lots of food...music galore. The mayor gets in on everything in this lil town too. Have the best Christmas ever, friend. I can't wait to buy your first book....I have the "blog manuscript" already! ha ha.

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 11:36:00 PM

    what a charmimg, ribauld piece... you'd be a great grandpa after this experience.. you shine, tony! :) huggs!

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 3:53:00 PM

    What a wild story behind this poem, Tony. Glad you finally got your Saturn Rocket. But now I'm wondering about the initials. The "A" is probably Anthony and the "L" is obviously Lane. So what is your first name? Michael? Micky? Please, enquiring minds want to know! Witty as ever, my friend. Had a great laugh reading this. Love, Carolyn

    Lane Avatar Tony Lane Date: 12/14/2011 6:43:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Mark Anthony Lane MAL
  1. Date: 12/13/2011 2:30:00 PM

    cool grandpa on the loose, saturn rockets the great spruce goose, good one mate ...story telling ...yes its great.

    Lane Avatar Tony Lane Date: 12/14/2011 6:45:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Grandpa and I shared the same birthday so I got special attention from him.
  1. Date: 12/13/2011 1:36:00 PM

    Im just about to send some of my grandkids over to your place,lol..don`t think they would mind at all shooting pieces of turkey meat around the table:) Very entertaining,Tony.Take Care,Arild

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 1:22:00 PM

    Well, I wanted to be entertained and I was. Sounds like the mess was fun.

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 12:18:00 PM

    Loved it Tony , im a big kid and once at the sunday dinner and the table filled with goodys , me and my daughter had a cream bun fight . thanks for bringing back happy memorys . Declan

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 7:54:00 AM

    great story, tony! (i love the title, too). the ending is very touching - it sounds like you'll be the perfect type of grandpa!

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 6:24:00 AM

    cute poem, Tony! I suppose you know... that in medical terminology MAL means BAD! Enjoyed your poem. Merry Christmas! Hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 12/13/2011 5:53:00 AM

    You lil devil, you, TONY! And to think you didn't take GREAT CARE of grandma's special gift...I would have said, "Chuck it up kid, you ARE wearing the SHIRT! Go get some SHOUT IT OUT! LOL. I bet u are a wonderful grandpa! .....just don't teach them grandkids to play cruel hoaxes on baby Jesus in the manger! lol. Thanks for reading my Sour Kraut Drive Thru...Your book with consecutive chapters inspired me to get out of my comfort zone a bit. Hope no one was offended. Gwendolen

    Devonshire Avatar Carolyn Devonshire Date: 12/13/2011 3:55:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Gwen, that Sour Kraut Drive Thru poem is amazing. I hope everyone gets a chance to enjoy the humor!