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My old Granddad

by Dave Fitzgerald

My old Grandad, not the brightest of souls,
His name was Michael Flannery.
Bald as a coot but still used a comb
And he works in the local cannery.
Doesn't like sunbeds but loved to be bronzed,
He browns up in a tannery,
He didn't want to put his wife in a home,
Poor Nanna is now in a granary!


Posted on 11/08/2006
Copyright © 2024 Dave Fitzgerald

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Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/15/08 at 02:56 PM

a granary!

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