Martin is just six years old
A clever boy, or so I’m told
Who visits every month or so
His octogenarian Grandpa Moe
Grandpa Moe, for being ancient
Is lucid, agile, kind, and patient
But he's kept inside a nursing home
For his post-barracuda stress syndrome
A lovely nurse named Mrs. Voom
Takes Martin to his grandpa’s room
His room is on the seventh floor
And Martin rushes in the door
He quickly darts across the rug
And gives his Grandpa Moe a hug
“How are you Grandpa?!” Martin cries
His Grandpa smiles and then replies,
“Barracudas chasing chickens!
Barracudas reading Dickens!
Barracudas eating apples!
Barracudas painting chapels!
Barracudas fighting kittens!
Barracudas wearing mittens!
Barracudas pouring coffee!
Barracudas pulling toffee!
Barracudas sewing dresses!
Barracudas making messes!
Barracudas chugging brandy!
Barracudas stealing candy!
Barracudas hunting ferrets!
Barracudas planting carrots!
Barracudas smooching slugs!
Barracudas pushing drugs!
Barracudas wash a dish!
Barracudas play Go Fish!
Barracudas eat bok choy!
I’m fine, and how are you, my boy?”
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