Responsibly Irresponsible

My Grampa and me, we’re a pair, it is true,

And when we’re together there’s lots we can do,

Sometimes we go fishing, sometimes weed the yard,

We really have fun or we work really hard,

He says that those things he is teaching to me,

Are summed in one word: Responsibility!

One day while we two were just lying around,

A spider crawled over to him, there on the ground,

And took a big bite out of Grampa’s strong arm,

Grampa jumped up and was filled with alarm,

I laughed and said, “Grampa, you’re fine, I am sure!

“That spider’s not toxic. Your life is secure!”

“You don’t understand, Son, just what is at stake,

“I’m for being responsible, make no mistake,

“But this sense of duty’s much more than I’d planned…

“At my age I can’t handle becoming Spiderman!”

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we all besought

To try and make the week begin

With pleasant thoughts,

Perhaps a grin?

So Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, me

Have crafted poems for you to see,

And now you’ve read what we have wrought…

Did we help?

Or did we not?

Next week, cause I happen to like them a lot,
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