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.
the second stanza caught me unprepared!
ReplyDeletePoor Grandpa got the sack,
ReplyDeleteTossed into the ground.
While after her attack,
Grandma fooled around?
His hearing aid was spent,
DeleteThe day that he got bent.
She wears it as a charm,
Never meant him any harm. :)
Maybe she was the first Mary Kay representative with her pink vehicle?
ReplyDeleteWe'll after a good giggle, I'll now have to Google!
DeleteMmmm, mink.
ReplyDeleteI see you understand :))
DeleteOh, wow, what an image at the end. That pink truck is way cool.
ReplyDeleteI've had this photo for years, waiting for the right words to appear! Glad you liked it (smile).
DeleteSee a lot of pink trucks these days in support of breast cancer victims. This reminds me of Grandma got run over by a reindeer.
ReplyDeleteOne 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.
DeleteLoved 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
ReplyDeleteWow! I am so surprised. You just made my day!! Thank you (smile).
DeleteCool. Loved the pink truck. I think I'll stay out of Grandma's head lights though.
ReplyDeleteYes, and by all means, avoid the corn field!
DeleteGo Granny go!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Linda :o)
You like that, huh? (smile)
DeleteI love pink.
ReplyDeleteIt don't never stink.
I laughed at poor old grandpa.
I guess he didn't think.
Love,
Janie
Grandpa knew the truck,
DeleteBut 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.
Nice poem and one cool grandma :)
ReplyDeleteThe tat look great! :)
DeleteWait, what did she do to Grandpa?
ReplyDeleteI think I know where you're going with this.(smile)
DeleteShe mowed him down, bent him over in the corn...
(okay)
Now that's a grandma!
ReplyDeleteShe loved swapping gears (smile).
DeleteI've visited a couple of your blogs - I'll be back. Thank you for visiting me today!