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Gran 2 ( A Big Thanks to Cafe Critique )
Put a jumper on, you'll catch your death out there
But Gran I will get too hot
It's blowing a hoolie out there
I'll be fine Gran
Pull your socks up Davey
Ok! Gran, pulling my socks up
Did you put your vest on?
Yes Gran
Let me check
Erm,....
May god smite you down for that lie
I just forgot
You Lied!
But Gran it makes me itchy
Yes, and lying makes god angry!
I am sorry Gran
Say you’re sorry to Jesus!
I'm, sorry Jesus
Fix your collar it's standing up
Yeah, like Elvis
Elvis is the devils' music!
But Graaaaaan ...
There'll be no Elvis’s in here I can assure you
Ok Gran, turning down my collar
That collar has a tide mark it’s filthy
But I'm just going out to play
Cleanliness is next to godliness - Change your shirt!
But Gran, do I have to
What if you got hit by a bus, I would be mortified, oh the shame
But Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!
Have you got clean underwear on, don’t you embarrass me!
[ I hurriedly went to change
There's a shirt rearrange
Check my underpants
Clean as my maiden Aunts
Put my shirt on back to front
A humorous and cunning stunt
Put my jack on front to back
Hope she'll laugh and not just smack
Slowly approaching I reach her
In a dog collar looking like a preacher
She doesn’t laugh, she doesn’t smack
She’s struggling to keep the tears back ]
Awe Davey lad you look bonnie dressed as a pastor, I would be so proud of you being in the service of the Lord.
Don’t cry Gran, please don't cry
[ We Hug ]
I love you Davey lad
I love you to Granny
Your mother would be so proud of you
No: No she wouldn't, she wouldn't care
But she isn’t playing with a full set of dominoes, she's not well
Aye Gran,............ aye
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