Grandma Does Not Play

Pirate Johnny  Betty Boobie Bird was in a 
throat-cutting, slashing, 
bashing, crashing, gnashing mood.
So he stood in front of a mirror, 
Making the most swishy sword
movements he could make, with his
Excaliber sword, swearing up his pirate swears.
His mother heard him, rolled his eyes and laughed.
His father smiled, and his grandma went to the bathroom.
Within minutes, Pirate Johnny Betty Boobie Bird and his parents
were all three sitting with a bar of soap in their mouths.
Grandma did not play.
And she did not think
They were being good parents.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mcferran Avatar
April 6, 2019 at 5:38 PM
Hahahaha! Love it!! ;D
Krutsinger Avatar
April 7, 2019 at 12:09 AM
You can see, and you know.
Kiser Avatar
April 6, 2019 at 1:50 PM
And with that I think I've peed my pants! Geez, that imagery!
Krutsinger Avatar
April 7, 2019 at 12:09 AM
Thank you M.L. I had to re-write this about a thousand times to get it this way, and to sound "hahahaha" natural.
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