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I sat upon my grandpa’s knee


05.17.15 Posted in today's words by

Paul Goldberg’s most recent poem to appear here was On a flight from here to there (April 2015).

I sat upon my grandpa’s knee
By Paul Goldberg

I sat upon my grandpa’s knee.
His head was bald as it could be.
He always wore a hat around
cause nothing grew upon that crown.
He said his hat would keep him warm,
but I thought it a displeasing thorn.
So there I sat up all one night
conspiring to amend this sight.
I kept watch, he slept instead,
so I tiptoed to that barren head.
Next morning as he sat up in bed
He discovered grass planted on his head.

 



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