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.
Graeme Sandford 