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.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Gramma's truckin' luck

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
Better listen for her horn!
She sadly ran down Grandpa
Left him lying 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...
She'd only just begun...

Hey! Monday I'll be at my 'Battle of the Bands' blog

dcrelief ~ Battle of the Bands participant

I'm also participating in the 'Lost and Found  - Valentine's Edition' Blogfest.

Feel free to stop by, read my short story, and then listen to my battle song choices. Vote for the song you like the best. Have a great week.


  1. Grandma is now one mean truck-driving woman.
    Glad you're participating in Lost and Found.

    1. Too funny, Alex.

      Thanks for the e-mail with hosts' addresses! I needed them.

  2. I think Grandma was still ticked off over that reindeer incident.

  3. She no longer wanted to be a wife and got the cash to have a life


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