Fifty Pence
I paid a visit to my grandparents house one Sunday afternoon
I heard grandpa having a bit of a grouse in the living room
I only want fifty pence , He said , For a lovely pint of beer
Grandma's face turned a shade of red that grandpa knew to fear.
but when he saw me standing there he thought he'd have another go
''Listen love its just not fair'', I've worked all week as you well know
My throat is parched , I'm very dry I've been all week down the pit
Gran said , ''you could make a glass eye cry but your still not getting it,
Then he took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly
I knew she'd fallen for his charms when she winked at me
Grandma said , ''ok you win '' taking fifty pence from her purse
Grandpa gave me a victorious grin then went to quench his thirst .
He returned a few hours later a little unsteady on his feet
He'd bought grandma a packet of peanuts which he gave her as a treat
They wriggled and giggled on the sofa as he gave her a lovely kiss
I will love them forever for leaving me memories like this .
Copyright © Darren Watson | Year Posted 2014
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