Saturday, September 17, 2011

2-Lines from http://shazzasbedroom.blogspot.com/

 

Grandma climbed up on the roof and shook her cane
Gramp’s had a fit and threw the bread into the clothes hamper
It bloomed into a fruit that became her bane

A deer wandered by, but it was lame
He grabbed his WWII luger from behind a box of soiled pampers
Grandmother climbed up on the roof and shook her parrot cane

The head snapped off and rolled into the storm drain
Then it grew legs and began to scamper
A moment later it bloomed into a fruit that became her bane

My grandmother thought she saw an alien, but she was silly insane
She ran headless like a chicken, banged against bedroom walls in the camper
Mrs. Mad climbed up on to the roof and shook her cane

She fell off the ladder, threw out her back, and howled in pain
While Grandpa whittled a stick to ram down a flintlock as a tamper
But it bloomed into a fruit that became another dreaded bane

I stomped in the puddle just as it began to rain
My kid came home in a mood that was a stormy stamper
She threw a French loaf into the dirty clothes hamper
As grandmother climbed up on the roof to shake, at the moon, her cane




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