Bob Grant

It used to be beer – now it’s just cola, a change that I made now that I’m olda. Buy it in packs – just like the past, prefer it that way – the longer they last. Traded the buzz for something much more, can end standing up – not drunk on the floor. The … Read moreIt used to be Beer

Just please scratch my chest once in a while, and creating this is making me smile. She follows me ’round wherever I go, on nicest of days or even in snow. She doesn’t ask much – just comfort and food, she lifts up my spirits and betters my mood. But be a short distance or … Read moreJust Please Scratch My Chest

Special women – one at three, candles bright of joy and glee. Share her age I might be found, pushing daisies from the ground. A little hint in words of leaven, sort of rhymes with pixie heaven. Been with me for forty-five, ’tis the case – she makes me thrive. Truthful fact I cannot hide, … Read moreMy Ageless Bride

No giant TV hangs on my wall, No poor dead animal stands in the hall. No pool table with green felt on top, No leather couches on which to flop. No darts to throw while tipping back beer, No Harley props or athletic gear. No dazzling trophies to show off my might, No toys of manhood … Read moreMy Man Cave

If the answers I did haul, would I share them with you all? Be them true or just made up, would I have the giving cup? Collected over time and past, carry them and hope they last. Solve one problem at a time, would I take a single dime? Alas – it’s just a foolish … Read moreMy World Tour

“Sweet Cheeks” and “Snookums” don’t frequent my lips, as deadly as words like “Waistline” and “Hips.” “Muffin” and “Puddin’” are in the same class, calling her that puts me right on my ass. Naming her “Kitten” might give her some pause, while coming at me with very sharp claws. “Sugar” and “Pickle” I never will … Read morePet Names

Though eons ago I remember it well, was made to trade playing for sleeping a spell. I fought it like crazy – it was so unfair, hated that time in lonely despair. Fast forward some years – and not just a few, have changed my opinion to something quite new. Don’t need no excuses – … Read moreTimes Change

While moving boxes, books, and more, between my trips of three and four. Upon my cart appeared a treat, with little toes and little feet. The load was light and giggled too, she touched my heart though nothing new. Grandpa is the name I’m called, most Precious Cargo that I’ve hauled.

Body Mass Index is just for the birds, diets are only for healthy type nerds. Pills and the potions are all such the craze, to make you much slimmer in just a few days. I still drink my pop and drive thru a lot, and throw back those shakes until I can’t spot, my feet … Read moreCriteria

I surf “The Web” and text some time, to those who Snoop I write this rhyme. If in your search there’s crimes you see, then you view more than I know me. Collect as much as you see fit, spy all you want from where you sit. And from the data you have starred, my … Read moreTo Those who Snoop