Grandma Joyce
Grandma Joyce
Is slingin on a Monday
Hangin with the boys
The brews and the indiscretion
Of indie screech
Its what she knows
Its what defines her
Semblance of maturity
As tavern talk ripples
With her grounded sense
Of grand illusions
And a single Yuengling
Cuz Grandma Joyce
Needs to wet her whistle
Even more than you.
(5/13/13)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2018
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