A Jaunty Not My - Grandfather Of 'Bolases'....
the grandfather is unusually funny,
when he is telling about old times...
he recalls his youth tearfully
and to date, are dreaming for him
sandwiches wrapped up in breakfast paper...
all young grandmothers, which he imagined,
ran in the meadow in colour towels,
between nearby bushes, when the sun
of the colour orange, lighted firmly
tanning the skin, and he pulled,