Author: Bob Grant

              As I’m now the Age of Eighty, Nostalgia thoughts are Kind of Weighty….

              Why do some Aspire to Be, On the Screen of your TV? Doesn’t…

                No giant TV hangs on My Wall, No poor Dead Animal stands…

                “Sweet Cheeks” and “Snookums” don’t Frequent my Lips, As Deadly as Words…

        Came upon a Tree so Bare – Looked dejected Standing There. Whipped by Winds like Skillful…

                  There was a Time when Hated to Read, Mind would Wander…

            The Freedom of Speech was Given to All, Created Back then and Still standing…

                Needed a List to Go to the Store, Just Tore it up…

          Caviar is Something that Others might Crave, The Must See Café that Some like to…

                A Young Boy, yes, I was One Time, Afraid of None and…

                Grandparents come in all Shape and Form, Some as you Imagine –…

Bad Habits of Others get Under your Skin, The List is Quite Long so let Me Begin. Grinding the Teeth…

                We have no Lodge on Mountain up High, We have no Jet…

For all of You Hackers – Who give Us such Trouble, I send You a Hex in Form of a…

Start with Tanks strapped to my Back, Beaucoup Sleep stuffed in the Pack. Might expand this Enterprise, “Get your ZZZ’s…

Fly on the Wall the Old saying Goes, Something that’s Planned or Set Up for Woes? Food on the Plates…

The World is a Rhyme – I See it that Way A Game of All Words I just Have to…

It’s given out Freely – a Basic some Say, To Those that We deal With – Meet Day to Day….

Garbage Day comes Every Week. As a Man and Mate – My True Worth I Seek. Did not Bare the Child…

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