Never knew my grandpa's,
they were too old.
I cannot now sing
true grampus songs.
I get all teary-eyed
about those two dead and gonners.
I dream of going fishing with them,
listening to their tall tales,
and, well you know,
just getting along fine with the old guys.
Hey Grandaddies, what's up?
Do you look up
or down on me -
your once
whippersnapper blood-kin?
I'm a grandpappy myself now.
with grandkids,
It's grand,
Do you miss that toy train?
It went: choo-choo-choo,
you bought it for your own nippers
and it got passed down,
sorry, gramps,
I lost it somewhere along the line,
like I lost you.
Maybe you are both riding
that loco now,
just chuffing along with a huff- huff
and choo-choo glee.
Wish I could hear,
wish I could see.
Categories:
grampus, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When you see sugarplum reindeer pulling, a chocolate Santa in a golden sleigh It may have not been the dragée little protégée when you dance with a ginger man, at his house when three Christmases, become a nightmarish hole, made of marshmallows. It may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug where fairies, spirits or witches have their way dreams and your papaw becomes grampus hell bent like Krampus it may have not been the dragée little protégée it may have not been the snort of whiskey, in a mug but you were bitten by a little thing called, the humbug
Categories:
grampus, christmas, dream, humor,
Form: Free verse