My Favorite Junkyard
My Favorite Junkyard was owned by Fred G. Sanford
The G stood for Good Times
He was full of surprise with humorous delight
As a kid I would visit his junkyard every night
If he wasn’t filling me with laughter, he was filling me with cheer
Oh, how I wish that Fred G was still here
He ran the junkyard with his son named Lamont
Going back and forth with a quirky response
They had the most junk that you could ever imagine
From the floor to the ceiling always ready to cash in
He had a sister-in-law that he loved to hate
Her name was Ester and she always took his bait
Fred had a good buddy and his name was Grady
When they linked up, you always know it was shady
Fred had great health but there was one drawback
Fred was always faking like he had a heart attack
Grabbing his chest with his hand in the air
Screaming, Oh! Elizabeth, I’m coming to join you there
Dear old Fred always kept me in laughter
He never sold a thing but he was such a great actor
Copyright © Po Em | Year Posted 2019
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