Josette Lager - .Improper English

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Grandpa Gus you sure
were an ornery old cus,
with your bull durham
pouch and prince Albert
in a can let em out-
there he goes there he ran.


You use to have this old
whiskey glass filled with
coffee, cream, and a raw
egg, every morn' from the
time you were born.

Look at those old overalls
yer' a wearing just a sitting
there a cussing and a swearing,
fat or thin short or tall, osh kosh
begosh fits em all.



Mid morning dementia
its bath time now and
grandma Mamie is a
fighting ya at the top of
the stairs she a winning
just a tugging and a pulling
and a grining.

One foot in and then another
and plop! down ya go into a
beautifull old white cast iron
porcelion inlade tub with feet
on em.Did I forget to mention
we had real copper pipes?

Now with all of these memories
I seem to recall one in particular,
the time you chased me down
the alley to the R.E.A. building
just for being in Alvin's apple tree
and like in a B movie I fell and
the chase was on.

I jumped up on what appeared
to be a gigantic spool of thread
actually it was copper coil wiring
wrapped around my spool.I felt
safe there. I pretended I was the
the incredible shrinking woman.



Grandpa is gone now, over
the fence and over the wall,
I too am leaving the world of
small I miss you grandpa Gus
you sure were an ornery old cus.

Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005

Josette Lager

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