Monday, December 13, 2010


Hope you enjoy it. If not, well, I don't really care. I think Great-Grandpa would like that statement.

Willie’s House (Great-Grandpa’s Poem)
Lightening bugs in the front yard,
Rotten apples in the back.
We knew what to do with both
While the grown-ups played Sheep’s Head inside,
The sounds of shuffling cards and laughter clear.
We’d come in after dark and
The old man would feed us ice cream or
Give us a Barq’s for the road.
When our parents protested he’d say
“You leave those kids alone!”

In the spare bedroom was his wife’s wig,
Toys and the forbidden “Fart Book”.
If we were naughty we’d get spanked or
Have to sit on the porch by the “little nigger boy”
With his hat on and fishing pole in hand.
Somehow the adults knew
We were less afraid of the spanking.

He was full of sayings we still use in our family:
“Good enough for the girls I go with.”
“I was so confused I didn’t know which way to point my pecker.”
“If I had that and he had a feather, we’d both be tickled.”
“Hurt your finger? Soak it in cider.”

It’s been a dozen years since he died.
I don’t remember talking to him much,
But I still say the things he said,
Play the card game he played,
Share the last name he gave.


  1. I remember the workshop we had of this poem. That was a good day. So much of this poem went completely over my head until all of you explained it to me. I rarely blush in class, but, yeah. I like the addition of "If I had that and he had a feather, we'd both be tickled." I hope I'm not missing something there, too...

  2. You're not missing anything with the line. My dad told me it's just something Great-Grandpa would say. I know this is kind of an "inside joke" poem, but some of my family reads the blog, so I wanted them to see it.