Jack Horne Poet Rhyme

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

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Richard Lamoureux March 18, 2014 at 8:47 AM Ha ha, granny had spunk.

Audrey Haick March 16, 2014 at 8:21 PM LOL...You finally wrote a poem about it! And a great one too! Love it. Perfect Rhyme. All the best for the Winners' List! And thank you, again for visiting : )xxAnnalise

Constance La France March 16, 2014 at 8:15 AM Carrie, a delightful poem, it reminded me of my great grandma who did not speak a word of English but only French and who would argue with an English speaking farmer who sold vegetables on the street, it would get very funny. Best of luck in the contest.

Poet Destroyer A March 13, 2014 at 1:08 AM Nice,, Love it... Thank you for the story... Linda

Russell Sivey March 11, 2014 at 11:59 PM Wow, now your Granny sure knows what to do in a confrontation, she is quite smart and determined lady, she get's what she wants! I really enjoyed reading this enlightening poem this evening! What a powerful piece you have written here my friend! Great Work!!

Andrea Dietrich March 11, 2014 at 9:53 PM this is SO good, Jack. Finally a poem I can laugh at here. I remember you told me this story. So you just sat down and recently wrote a poem about it? Write on!

Joyce Johnson March 11, 2014 at 7:09 PM What a cute poem. Good for Granny. Nice to hear from you Jack and thanks for reading and commenting. Love, Joyce

Larry Berdoo March 11, 2014 at 6:32 PM Good write. Grandma knows better, one never knows, who their dealing with until the pain begins.

Robert Johnson March 11, 2014 at 6:07 PM And it wasn't a voodoo doll? Granny didn't take no Guff. Reminds me of a telemarketer. They'd be pin cushions around your granny. Thanks for reading my limy's Jack. Glad you enjoyed them. Peace. :)

Sara Kendrick March 11, 2014 at 5:06 PM Granny was one tough cookie...Cute one..Enjoyed reading your work today..It has great rhythm and rhyme to it..Thanks for the visits to my page..Sara

Robert Pettit March 11, 2014 at 5:05 PM Reminds me of a woman who foiled a would-be-mugger in the movie "Death Wish". The late Charles Bronson was beginning to inspire others to defend themselves while he walked the streets of New York as a vigilante. Good write Jack.