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Happy Grandad.
Grandma kisses baby goodbye,
and pats his lovely ginger curls.
Her own red locks long gone,
now grey.
Grandpa sets off, swaggering down the street.
His big hairy hands
hold tight to
the buggies handles.
Safe inside is number one sons son.
Number two son is not married
and older daughter,
well, she is to career minded.
You would need a crow bar
to prize off his grin,
and as for pride,
if his chest gets any bigger
it will explode.
The sun bounces happily
off his bald head,
and little number ones
feet bounce up and down.
He stops to adjust the parasol
and wishes he had a hat.
He will end up with a red head.
He laughs out loud.
