Proud Grandpa
By Betty Jo Mathis
Proud Grandpa went to view
The babies pink and new
Arranged in squalling groups,
Cocoons in sterile coops.
He judged them there en masse,
His nose against the glass
And came with a strange report
“They’re all a homely sort
Save one red wrinkled tot
The choicest of the lot;
And it’s plain for all to see –
That one’s akin to me!”
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