old petes mama gladys
Gladys, an old lady, forgot she was ninety-two
Her body cannot do what it could at fifty-two
She climbed the farmer’s fence and dropped down six feet
Broke her hip, elbow and neck, said her son, Old Pete
In the hospital waiting for surgery
Ninety-two! She yelped. Surely that cannot be!
Old Pete stomped off angry, and left her with me.
I get his goat good sometimes, she told me with glee.
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