Grandpa’s Outfit

Dorthy LaVerne McCarthy

When Grandpa passed away, we heard
the undertaker cry,
“Where are his Gucci shoes and socks,
his silken shirt, his tie?”
“Our dear, departed always wear
the very best. I fear
if you don’t bring him proper garb,
you’ll never park him here!”
The undertaker fussed and growled,
but we prevailed, and fast.
Our Grandpa lies in peaceful sleep,
a pilgrim, home at last.
His vest, canary yellow and
his pants, unholy red,
I hope he makes a stir among
the prim and proper dead.



Published on September 1st, 2022




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