Some thought…he’d gotten high
….Though that notion…asinine
Cause Papaw…don’t even drink
…..His own……..fine wines
Why then…the fancy meal
…Master Chefs he’d outdone
Ham…turkey…all the fixins’
…Simply for a party…of one
If Papaw……weren’t high
Then…for goodness sakes
…Why all those delicacies
Ice cream…pies and cakes
You and I…may not be aware…
But Papaw knows what’s cookin’
….Though a bit…along in years
Don’t mean Papaw…ain’t a lookin’
Author’s Note:
Saga…of my esteemed brother, Charles L. Muscovalley (Papaw) - a widower, and winemaker of Rock Island, Illinois.
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