My Favorite Grandpa Tale
A Precursor to Grandma's Witty Retort
As Grandpa told it, when
he and Grandma first did meet,
she was wearing a box
on each of her feet.
In wide-eyed amazement
she posed a query,
“What’s thems on yer feets?”,
she asked quite merry.
“Why these are shoes,”
he answered matter-of-fact.
Something she herself
had always lacked.
Grandpa purposely spoke
loud and clear,
Just to be certain
his tall-tale, she’d hear.
From washing dishes,
she barely paused,
donning pursed lips and
tightly clenched jaw.
With an eyeful of daggers
poised in Grandpa’s direction,
Grandma was choosing her
words with great selection.
Voice elevated
and noticeably stern,
no bones about it,
her lesson, he’d learn.
“Oh, I did not!” she
finally proclaimed.
Silly Grandpa, he
must be insane.
With a satisfied look
and a devious grin, getting
her riled was all he
wanted in the end.
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Author:
Phoenix (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I really do have a humorous side. Though I struggle daily with clinical depression, it's moments like these that remind me that I can find joy at the most inexplicable times. "Silly Grandpa" really did this and he told his tall tales often. Oh, the memories.
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Comments4
Think he's a bit like me - my family think I'm a tad eccentric - love the ditty Phoenix
Love it great write
Excellent!
Old grandpa is my kind of guy!
good & funny. ww
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