Rowena Rhode Island

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Granddaddy Dunlap Poem

He's a pot belly guy,

Hair as white as snow,

His teeth like ivory,

And his blue eyes glow,

His funny sounding laugh,

And his lively booming voice,

And short stubby whiskers,

(And he's good-looking, too!)


-Rowena Dunlap, 1966

Posted by Rowena at 5:18 AM
Labels: Granddaddy Dunlap. Frederick Dunlap, Rowena Dunlap

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