My Gram
She kicked the doctor, she kicked the nurse
She hit them both with her designer purse.
She ran from the orderly, and she was fast.
I said "Hi Grams!" as she darted on past.
She punched my arm but kept on running.
Last I saw her she was in the buff, sunning.
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