Buy My Pegs
A gypsy woman came and said,
‘I know you’ll want to purchase these.’
My granny firmly shook her head,
unmoved by all the gypsy’s pleas.
The gypsy tried a savage stare,
and pointed to my granny’s purse.
‘If you don’t buy my pegs, I swear,
I’ll hit you with a nasty curse.’
‘A curse won’t work if blood is drawn,’
my granny said. ‘Although I’m old,
I’ll pummel you upon the lawn.’
She chased the gypsy up the road…
…I heard the gypsy hollerin’
as Granny stuck her with a pin!
* A true story
Written 10th March, for Francine’s Funnybone contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2014
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