I Wear Pink Grandma
Charlotte could not wait until we had eaten to tell us her news.
She had fallen in love again, so was no longer singing the blues.
Charlotte falls in love more than anyone we’ve ever met.
This guy was something else, the most interesting yet.
He’s a goose! The kids squealed, with laughter and glee.
Are you sure? Asked grandpa, who slapped his hand on his knee.
They were giddy and excited about the goose, who had a weird stink.
Are you sure he’s a guy goose? Asked Grandma. He is wearing pink!
The goose took offense and let her know that pink is okay.
For male geese, male frogs, male cats, and male dogs every day.
I wear pink Grandma! Her grandson said, the goose is quite right.
From that moment on, the goose and he became very tight.
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