Grandfather’s c(l)ock. (A Senior Citizen’s Sonnet)
She wept the day, grandfather passed away
and raced to comfort grandma, in her grief.
She still feels shock up to this very day
His cause of death, so far beyond belief.
These two old dears were more than 95
(As frail then as an antique lacework glove?)
Not they! No, they were very much alive
But he died , in the act of making love.
At their age, foolish work, to leer and lurch.
To think they’d been performing for so long
But gently they paired as bells from the church
In on the Ding, then back out with the Dong.
He’d still have been alive, with any luck
Had it not been for that d**n Ice-Cream truck.
(Old joke put to rhyme)
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