Under The Stairs. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Under the stairs.
There is a person who lives under my stairs
He has gray hair and long hair on his face.
I know he takes that place under the stairs.
He wears a dark coat to come out to milk the goat.
Do not mean to imply a word, but his smile is a mile.
I see him everyday when he comes upstairs to stay.
He is so funny when he gives me money.
Tells me of candy for Tammy and I
My mom tells me to go under the stairs
To see if he is there.
I bump my head and I do not hear the roar from under the stairs.
Grandpa there is just laughing hard as he can.
There is a person who lives under my stairs
He has gray hair and long hair on his face.
I know he takes that place under the stairs.
He wears a dark coat to come out to milk the goat.
Do not mean to imply a word, but his smile is a mile.
I see him everyday when he comes upstairs to stay.
He is so funny when he gives me money.
Tells me of candy for Tammy and I
My mom tells me to go under the stairs
To see if he is there.
I bump my head and I do not hear the roar from under the stairs.
Grandpa there is just laughing hard as he can.