Best Grampa Poems

grampa jogs
he can't seem to outrun
his wrinkles...

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If you have some gout
Read about what gout's about
Pee in a South Wind....

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T he magic of a grandfather, pulling a quarter from your ear.
H e tells a scary story,With a soothing sort of fear.
E lation fills the...

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Before reading this one read part one, the story will make more sense.

I felt safe amongst the colorful pages of the comic books wrapped around...

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I didn’t even know about the trip we were to make.
That very first adventure that old Gramps and I would take, 
I’ll not forget the...

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It's been a good run
To the back side of sixty,
The short side of time.

First Hollywood kiss
Behind a pink crepe myrtle.
Thanks, Patsy Werner.

High school was okay.
Didn't...

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I was in a field near Maitland, just wading through this rain
and I'm feeling about as ragged as my jeans
Mali went home to lay down...

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The Ones I Love
THIS HURTS
I've been run over by a jeep
I’ve smashed in the mouth with a bat
had a fractured eye socket
multiple face fractures
whole left...

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A request to tell all of your kinfolk, that are inside Heavens Gate

To keep watch on one of my folk, for she has a special...

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he is a small sampling of nuptial bliss
grampa and gramma we thank you for this
your prodigy abound both near and far
they’ve spread like the seeds...

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I'm off to see the grandfolk
Have not been there before
Against the rules in such a place
I'm not quite sure what for

My sister's gone off camping
My...

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Grampa?

It’s a question usually posed with an inquisitive frown
On an angelic face with large, limpid eyes
And whatever I’m doing, I stop and put down
Peer sagely...

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Leaving his sweet wife to morn
And his daughter ,yet to be born.
Mom and Dad, so forlorn,
Brother ,broken ,confused and torn.

Not my man, a father to...

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Kartoffelpuffer

Alone in my kitchen, snow outside my window
My heart returns to winters past, where a little girl
Stands beside Gramma, the other one…
From Germany, who grew...

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As a child I was hustled to the car one eve,
Bundled with a blanket as we hurried to leave.
My brothers came too, a few little...

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