GRANDMA AND GRANDPA… a funny poem

Whenever grandma did the laundry

Grandpa would go to town and steal

Sometimes he just stole candy

But, one time he stole a wheel

Woman Standing Near Yellow-petaled Flower

And grandma never knew it

Grandpa was a sneaky cuss

Until the Sheriff came a callin’

Haulin’ grandpa off in cuffs

Handcuffs, Shackles, Guilty, Sentence

Now, grandma was a sly one

In her own respectful way

She loved old grandpa feircly

And she couldn’t let him stay

Locked up in a jail cell

Full of criminals and such

So, she packed up the Sawsall

And went to town in their old bus

White Orange Van Scale Model

Sneaking ’round the jailhouse

She peaked into the room

Where grandpa paced the jail cell

Red-faced a rose in bloom

She gave him a “come-hither”

And at the window did he squint

She cut those bars right out of there

And out the hole he went

Jail, Fake, Art, House Wall, Door

That was twenty years ago

We’ve never seen them since

A bank was hit that very night

And, still today it makes some wince

To think our two grandparents

Would end up on the lamb

As that apple didn’t fall too far

You’ll never guess just where I am

Landscape Photography of Trees on Shoreline

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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