Grandpa Vernon's Poems
Christmas and the Flowers
Tis Christmas and the Flowers
are hidden beyond our ken
And months before the soft wind
comes a blowing o'er the fen
And me and the mottled mugworts
Have made it through again.
So now I'll dream of warmer days
And wear thick clothes till then.
(December 31, 1993)
Beneath the Oak Trees
Cynic
Cynic
The steak is tough, the peas are hard.
The butter has the taste of lard.
The bitter coffee, almost steam,
Cooled by an imitation cream!
I ponder now, could it be true,
That smiles are imitation too?
Courage
Canada
Bed Time Story
At night I hug my pillow
I know you've put on weight
You're no longer slim as a willow
What was it that you ate?
I won't suggest what you should do
I am a real good sport
But now there is so much of you
My arms are much too short
If you think that we might play
There is no way I see
But if you ever roll my way
It will end my misery
Beauty
Unseen,
Nor robed in silk or lace.
No Queen,
has ever matched her grace
Not wealth,
She labors in a store.
But health,
Who could ask for more.
Nor robed in silk or lace.
No Queen,
has ever matched her grace
Not wealth,
She labors in a store.
But health,
Who could ask for more.
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