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Improvised Poem Spoken, Just Now, To My Grandson, Brody, Who Is Three Years Old
Sitting on a loggy, not far from a boggy,
the froggy-woggy felt a little loggy
after a rather foggy morning made him soggy,
while a miniature doggy barked at old man McCroggy,
swinging his weed-whip like a taskmaster's floggy;
while in the swamp, a poliwoggy
entered the tail on his internet bloggy.
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One of the perks of having a
One of the perks of having a poet as a grandfather. An adorable gift to the little one.
Thank you. He listened to
Thank you. He listened to the first version with a big giggle, and that is what made me want to write it down.
Starward
A great sense of humor runs
A great sense of humor runs in the family. A good call, writing it down
lucky grandson. hope it's
lucky grandson. hope it's not just a fictional grandson. I need something to believe in.
Thank you for the comment,
Thank you for the comment, Sir, and yes, he is very much real. He brings so much joy---and, once in a while, a little chaos---into our lives, and I consider myself to be immensely privileged to be one of his grandfathers. He is one of our two youngest grandchildren (out of seven total), but because he lives in our home, the grandparenting role is somewhat different than what the other six experience.
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