Oh! Grandma!

Oh! Grandma! Grandma’s demon came out when she was drunk Amused, I watched her aged hips dance with grace On dun streets drawing gray men who had shrunk Oh! The vile words she spoke eloquently Abashed me; her shrewdness could bring fresh tears And strip intrepid men their dignity Her staccato snoring tune always caused scares To the audience as she leaped from slumber In her chamber she dwelt alone for years She had a huge pot for meals that fed numbers Fourteen kids she lay to rest in deep sleep Death couldn’t sap her strength so it tried to creep In yet again, her beloved daughter it stole. Choked her might ‘til she gave herself to death

©Malita

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Until next time, stay blessed!