Grandads Dong

What’s gone wrong with Granddad’s dong, it used to be so long Once the length of Granddad’s dong made Gran burst into song His dong would go throughout the night, to Grandma’s sheer delight And Grandad’s dong and Grandma’s song would brighten up each night But now when Grandma wants a dong, my granddad grasps his mallet It’s very old and feels like it’s made from a wooden pallet He grasps it with both hands and Grandma yells, “Just swing that sucker! Remind me how you swung it round in your best bib and tucker.” So Granddad grips it in both hands and swings for all he’s worth He hopes to get a lengthy dong and not just Grandma’s mirth Granddad couldn’t tolerate another dong that’s dud And so he whacks his mallet hard, which makes a dull, flat, thud But Grandma said, “I see what’s been occurring with your dong, And why of late your dong has been a little less than long. A dull dong cant reverberate, a dull dong can’t play long, It’s no good up against the wall; you should have hung that gong!”