Raising The Deadwood? Poem by Dan Reynolds

Raising the deadwood?

'Grandad! Can you see the worm that's wiggling by my toes? '
Grandad nodded, knowingly then smiled to stretch his crinkly nose.
'Bet ya 5 bucks Grandad, I can put him back in his hole'
'Impossible! ' he thought, but knew, he must assist his grandson's goal.

'Go on then son, Let's see you try.' as he chewed on his favourite tobacca.
The boy stretched the worm out, straight and true, then sprayed it with his mum's hair lacquer.
Popped the worm back in his hole, and so he won the bet.
Grandad smiled and paid his dues, but it wasn't over yet.

Next day Grandad called the boy and gave him five bucks more.
The boy was plainly puzzled. He had been paid. He was sure!
'Don't fret child', said the grandad, 'Hell, I ain't losing my touch,
but this money's from yer Grandma. She says- thank you...very much; ¬) '


(Another joke(not mine) put to rhyme)