Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

In the pink




















Grandma was a mobster
her truck was painted pink.
She'd haul a load of lobster,
and clean them in her sink.

Everyone knew Grandma
and listened for her horn.
Today she mowed down Grandpa
bent him over in the corn.

She cried all night and day,
until she bought that mink.
Insurance paid her way
for piercings and some ink.

A ring went in her nose,
a diamond in her tongue,
A tattoo of a rose,
but she'd only just begun...

In-the-pink.

26 comments:

  1. the second stanza caught me unprepared!

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  2. Poor Grandpa got the sack,
    Tossed into the ground.
    While after her attack,
    Grandma fooled around?

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    1. His hearing aid was spent,
      The day that he got bent.
      She wears it as a charm,
      Never meant him any harm. :)

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  3. Maybe she was the first Mary Kay representative with her pink vehicle?

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    1. We'll after a good giggle, I'll now have to Google!

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  4. Oh, wow, what an image at the end. That pink truck is way cool.

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    1. I've had this photo for years, waiting for the right words to appear! Glad you liked it (smile).

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  5. See a lot of pink trucks these days in support of breast cancer victims. This reminds me of Grandma got run over by a reindeer.

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    1. One of my friends drives a pink Ford pick up... a pink roses wreath on the grill, in memory of her daughter. Maybe we could campaign for Rudolph to glow pink on the memorial day.

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  6. Loved this poem; it made me smile! By the way, you have a Liebster award waiting for you at my blog! http://tyreanswritingspot.blogspot.com/2015/02/wow-very-inspiring-blogger-award.html

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    1. Wow! I am so surprised. You just made my day!! Thank you (smile).

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  7. Cool. Loved the pink truck. I think I'll stay out of Grandma's head lights though.

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    1. Yes, and by all means, avoid the corn field!

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  8. I love pink.
    It don't never stink.
    I laughed at poor old grandpa.
    I guess he didn't think.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. Grandpa knew the truck,
      But he was outta luck.
      Her horn was sounding loudly,
      While he shucked corn, proudly.
      His hearing aid was spent,
      His own dang fault, he's bent.

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  9. Nice poem and one cool grandma :)

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    1. I think I know where you're going with this.(smile)
      She mowed him down, bent him over in the corn...
      (okay)

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    1. She loved swapping gears (smile).

      I've visited a couple of your blogs - I'll be back. Thank you for visiting me today!

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