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The put down.
The put down.
Granddad he went down to the mall,
You know he is nearly ninety-two.
He needed to buy new glasses
His eye test was long overdue.
His eyesight now restored
It was time for him to eat,
So to the nearest food court
He sat down on a seat.
Just at that a Punk
With multicoloured hair,
Yes all the colours of a rainbow,
Sat at an opposite chair.
Granddad was amused,
All he did was stare,
He could not get over the colours
Of this young persons hair.
The Punk soon realised
That he was being stared at!
I think he really wished
That he had worn a hat.
“What you looking at?”
He did sarcastically ask,
I do not think he liked
His hair being taken to task!
“What is the bloody matter?”
He really seemed quite riled.
“Haven’t you ever done
Something really wild?”
Granddad looked him in the eye
And this is what he said..
“When I was about your age
I wore a Green Beret,
Proud to serve my Country
What more can I say“…
“Oh yeah, I fucked a Parrot once,
I was drunk and it was fun,
And I was just a wondering
If perhaps you were my son!”
