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When Christmas morning came around

In Grandpa’s stocking could be found

After Shave and nose hair clippers

But best of all, Brand new slippers

But those slippers were too big

And caused Grandpa to do a jig

Every time he’d walk about

His feet would pop both in and out

Even though his family teased

With these slippers he was pleased

Till one morn at five past three

Grandpa woke to have a pee

So up at dawn like the Lark

Top of staircase, very dark

His shoes were loose

The stairs were steep

And at the bottom in a heap

Slipperless and not a peep

Grandpa took his final sleep


Published by crispinunderfelt

All round good egg. Humanist and red wine drinker.

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