Words: Sherman Dorn, 2000
My grandfather's plot was too large for himself, so he brought in his brother-in-law, 'cause The Gummint was Secrets, Big Brother, and Stealth, and was banning his favorite bag 'chaw. He passed out some gin and so took the neighbors in to conspiracy bold, bright, and gay. But the dear man forgot all of his plans in the light of day. A Chief without memory ("what's the day again?") just ain't a Montgomery ("let's go and eat breakfast then"). The dear man forgot all of his plans in the light of day. Now the neighbors who knew all my grandpapa's faults are forgiving as long as they drink, but a Frenchman has bought the next plot and brought a halt 'cause he thinks that we're all on the brink of a Waco in town, never mind grandpa's brought down every time that D-Day gets delayed, for the dear man forgets all of his plans in the light of day. Ninety years as an anarchist ("where's the gun, m'dear?") he wanders now in a mist ("how are my gums, m'dear?"). The dear man forgets all of his plans in the light of day. Now my grandfather's neighbor stepped into the plot from his plot where he'd plodded before. And the clod clotted grandpa 'til grandpa had clots in the sod where we'd sotted and more. Now the Gaul who had gall has plunked his tail to wait in gaol for a man who is wearing a dress (spoken: "we call him Your Honor") but Gramps now tells time enough to make some hell, and we're all in a horrid new mess. For Gramps remembers promises ("You said you'd join my crew") He'll brook no doubting Thomases ("We you know that we can pull this through") The man no longer forgets all of his plans in the light of day.
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