Paula Goldsmith Poet Rhyme

Oh My Grandpa Dear

Oh my Grandpa dear-he had just one big beer.                                                                          He thought he could see, his eyes were fuzzy and not clear.                                                      So on the sofa he did lay,                                                                                                    as he slept away the day.

Oh my Grandpa dear-snoring so loud,                                                                            everyone thought you were sleeping on a cloud.                                                                     You stopped your snoring as you rolled over and headed due south,                                           A fly does not enter a closed mouth.

8/9/2019

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Ann Foster August 12, 2019 at 1:12 PM lol... yes... wonderful fun. Excellent write. Hugs and flowers of multiple colors. Ann Paula Goldsmith August 12, 2019 at 1:27 PM Thanks for writing, the hugs and flowers. Pink roses back to you with hugs.