For grandad

‘Never tease a weasel
while you’re slicing homemade bread,
and never shave your navel
while you’re standing on your head.’

Even after all these years
I still hear grandad’s words:
wild demented ravings
from the depths of the absurd.

He’s been dead for over thirty years,
but still his lesson’s plain:
there’s nothing so absurd
as a man who thinks he’s sane.


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