When I was a lad
My grandpa always had
An adage for each and every situation
He’d rub his face,
Sagely gaze into space
As if in deep, focused concentration
Then he’d turn to me
And say “Well, Son you see
It’s a bit of a complication”
It didn’t seem to give him pause
About What my problem really was
His answer was the same without deviation
His answer to me
Always just confused me, you see
Yet could not have been proffered any kinder
His answer was always kinda funky
He’d say “never ask the monkey…
Son…Always ask the Organ grinder”
To this very day
I can honestly say
I don’t know what he meant
…But I loved him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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