John Carter Brown
Grandad - Poem by John Carter Brown
'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)
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