Jack Richards

My granddad:  A Constant Gardener       






His thing was tomatoes
Yeah
Grandpa
And his tomatoes
I hated tomatoes
Poor grandpa
He loved 'em
They said
He used to beat them
If they didn't produce
My grandmother
Saw him swinging a thin yard-stick
He beat those tomatoes
And they produced

Jack Richards
 www.whatifisit@yahoo.com

© Poetry.com