Granny Lost A Grip
 


Granny has went and lost it now,
She's pulling her hair out oh wow.

Now there's four bald ones running around,
But I found a nice warm wig for me now.



You may have taken my hair,
But my will is still all there.

Brenda this is all of your fault,
You need to get granny to halt.

All over writing about a stick,
Granny has a short wick.

She's poked me with a broom,
You'll soon face your doom.

Granny I hope you like coffee black,
I fixed it just for you,so I don't get a crack.

Nice and hot so fresh and perty to the eyes.
Forgot to mention with a little added surprise.


I added some good ole ex-lax chunks.

I was laughing so hard as they kerplunk.

I know thats so mean,but you gave me razor burn,
So I figured I would do you a favour in return.

Bathroom is locked on the inside too,
So you can go in there to do your doo.





By TinyTeddy

© 2008 TinyTeddy (All rights reserved)

 

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