A Great Granddad........poem.

Granddad’s Sound Advice.

Granddad Gorman was the one, who taught me many things,

Wild animals and creatures, the songbird’s notes it sings,

And how to make a jackdaw imitate your voice,

Although the way to do it, wasn’t very nice.

How to catch a pheasant, when you didn’t have a gun,

Of how to train Jack Russell’s and teach them where to run.

Especially in damp weather, when feathers they were wet,

The twinkle in Granddad’s eyes, it makes me wonder yet.

Were they all white lies? Would he be joking you?

For the beauty of a good lie, is that most of it be true,

Soak corn in homemade whiskey, then leave it for the cock,

Then wait for him to eat it, and fall down from the shock.

Or soak the corn in water, then thread it with horsehair,

Then once again you leave it out, in the open air,

For the fowl to eat it and if the hair  ne’er broke,

He’d gobble up the offering, and no doubt he would choke.

But the truest bit of wisdom, that he ever told,

Was how to judge a woman, before she grew too old,

‘Before you wed a woman’ he said with quite a shudder,

‘Stand back and have a bloody good look – not at her –

her mother’

Mike.

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