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
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.
Grandma is now one mean truck-driving woman.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're participating in Lost and Found.
Too funny, Alex.
DeleteThanks for the e-mail with hosts' addresses! I needed them.
Wonderful verse Dixie,
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
You too Dixie!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fran :)
DeleteGreat poem!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it!
DeleteI think Grandma was still ticked off over that reindeer incident.
ReplyDeleteShe no longer wanted to be a wife and got the cash to have a life
ReplyDeleteOoh, nice Pat1
DeleteYou made me smile.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Aw, thank you, Janie :)
DeleteFun poem! Poor Grandpa.
ReplyDeleteYes ma'am! Thank you.
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