A week has passed since Solomon Grundy breathed his last.

If you haven’t read this one first, please do. G:)

A week has passed

since Solomon Grundy

breathed his last;

his family small

who’d gathered round,

had left for their homes

and could not be found.

.

Inheritance none

was shared with all,

and so travel expenses

on individuals did fall.

.

No direct heir

of Solomon Grundy

was found, on this,

or any other Sunday.

.

Until, one day…

into town walked a stranger,

not Solomon Grundy Junior,

but Solomon Grainger.

.

Named after his father,

brought up abroad,

he was the living resemblance

of a dead man

that no one adored.

.

The people gasped,

the people stared,

some people looked puzzled,

being quite unprepared,

for this latest plot twist.

.

Finding no inheritance,

from a father unknown,

Solomon Grainger

to a doorway was shown.

.

‘Exit’ was written

on a sign ‘bove the door;

and all of the people

knew what an exit was for.

.

He left on a Tuesday,

his face set and grim,

nobody waved farewell,

the day it was dim;

.

he travelled East,

and soon reached the coast,

where he learned how to surf,

and burn bread for toast.

.

It was on a Wednesday

that Solomon Grainger died,

his memory forgotten,

with no rhyme to provide.

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