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