Don’t know if you noticed but the last line in my poem is an Americanism.
Chuck, Your a poet and you don’t know it! So there!
I wish my feet were longfellows. Size 5 1/2.
Football? Plan offenses? Defense strategies? Tell that to the Chicago Bears!!!
Why are you hanging another one on old Grandpa Doug? Loempia and Sate? Is that something you eat? Maybe drink? Or is that something you went to see? You guys floor me! If it’s something to eat I hope it’s not like when I got suckered into going to a Leudfisk dinner. Soak that poor fish in lye for a couple of weeks, wring it out and call it food? Sounds like something my mother-in-law would conjure up. Worst stuff I ever slid between my lips.
If it is a drink I hope it’s not like a painter friend gave me a couple of years ago. Come over to my house he said. Im having a lot of guys over for a little holiday get together. Bring the wife, I just made a fresh batch of Glug and we’ll have some fun. Bring your musical maker thing and we’ll cut a little rug. One hot Glug. Two hot Glugs. Three hot glugs. Fo sot, burp, glup! I did not find my head for three days.

Quote; “We aren't talking much about music but we sure are talking a lot, aren't we? Oh well - why not”? As long as were on the subject of talking a lot, how about talking a little about the Christmas present Alec just gave us? Nice stuff Alec. Thanks a lot and a Merry Christmas to you also.

Grandpa Doug