Grandpa Had a Dawg! (Another Grandpa Poem!)
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A hunting we will go...
Grandpa loved to hunt and with him he took Dawg...
Yes, that's his name, DAWG, but dogone DAWG,
he thought he'd take off huntin' for a frog (or is that FRAWG?)
This poor frawg he jumped and jumped, first through a puddle,
then over a stump. Now, Grandpa, he tried to keep up,
although he was too old, he couldn't run, he couldn't jump,
surely not over that danged ole stump!
Then DAWG proceeded to run, after the frawg,
through a wooded area, then through a clearing,
and down a steep hill. By this time alll's Grandpa could think of was,
"that danged DAWG, I'm surely gonna kill!"
More Grandpa Poems
- Grandpa Dug a Hole
Grandma's rabbit died so Grandpa dug a hole. The poor old "dawg" gets the blame. - Grandpa's Hat
I have always had an interest in the history of my family. Grandpa's Hat is written with memories of my own grandfather who was a dairy farmer. He was a kid at heart and loved life!
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You and me, we think alike. Thar surely is a bar over thar! I'm thinking of an E-book for my "Grandpa Poems." Have a great evening, Alastar!
Believe you got something there SusieQ- go for it!
I wrote a hub about how to publish your own E-book and it doesn't sound all that hard to do. I'll have to go back and read it again. Thanks for the "vote of confidence" Alastar!
Alastar Packer Level 8 Commenter 3 months ago
Ha ha loved it Susie! Look! There's a bar over thar. Where? Over thar. Over thar? Yar!