Nice old Grandpa likes to yodel
whenever he recalls the boys who
beat him up in third grade.
After sixty years, Grandpa finds them
on the Internet and takes a plane
and visits them, wherever they may be.
The beatings he absorbed, walking
home from school, Grandpa can't forget.
He keeps a list of all the boys who
bludgeoned him because he wore
Coke-bottle glasses with wire frames.
When nice old Grandpa lands, he finds
some old classmates dying in hospice,
others drooling in nursing homes,
and a few like him still on their own.
He sees terror dancing in their eyes
when he announces, 'Rudy's here!
Remember half-blind Rudy in third grade,
the kid you thrashed for wearing glasses? '
He lets them know he wears contacts now
and he's there to rectify their wrongs.
Then Grandpa begins to yodel long and loud
and a security guard curses and drags him away.
The aggrieved always press charges but
no judge has ever sent Grandpa away.
He pays a decent fine but otherwise
nice old Grandpa gets probation.
Donal Mahoney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nice-old-grandpa-likes-to-yodel/
