Running From Two Proud Old Broads

They talked about their great grandbaby as if she was a movie star.
I was sick of smiling at her pictures, and I could not walk very far.
They would chase me down the sidewalk to see her latest video.
They are ninety plus, but you should see these old bats go!

I cannot see without my readers, and I do not wear them outside.
These two sisters were screaming at me today, I had nowhere to hide.
They brought out their cell phone and chased me to my shed.
I said I had not heard them and could hear laughter from old Ned.

He lives three doors away, so you know these biddies are loud.
All they have is this little one; and you can see they are mighty proud.
I got my reading glasses out and took a quick look at the queen.
She might be the prettiest baby anyone in this world has ever seen!
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Wolf Avatar
June 13, 2022 at 8:36 PM
I guess those two old broads were not a disturbance, but rather an 'opportunity!' Laughter and Levity, gw
Krutsinger Avatar
June 13, 2022 at 10:16 PM
they sure were
Hankins Avatar
June 12, 2022 at 10:19 AM
Hmmm...and I only called her an "old bag!" Let me see..."old broads," "biddies," "old bats," well............I loved this poem!
Krutsinger Avatar
June 12, 2022 at 1:21 PM
Thank you - I love thinking up all these names I used to call in my head women who are now MY AGE!
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