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John Carter Brown


Grandad


'Thank goodness for these zimmer-frames'
Old grandad would declare,
When his knees began a knocking,
And his teeth flew in the air.

His head was full of nothing,
And his brains were in his feet;
If they gave him chips for dinner,
He would think it was a treat.

So he upped and left his children,
And came to this huge place:
This resting house for old folk,
Where life can leave no trace.

(Written Feb 1994)

Submitted: Saturday, September 08, 2012

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A silly one I know, but they can't all be good ones.

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