The Granny Gang
Here's a story about a gang of grannies
Who knocked over a panty hose store
They were nothing, without their support hose
And they wasn't gonna take it anymore
Late one night, at an old folks home
A few grannies, were hatching a plan
Their varicose veins was in their way
Of catching themselves another man
So they decided, enough was enough
And, they'd reclaim, their feminine wiles
And there happened to be, a panty hose store
Down the road, just a couple of miles
Now, if they got caught, what would it matter?
Cause, it was a very small price to pay
And even if they gave them life in prison
Well, that was only just a couple more days
Now, the leader of the gang, was ninety years old
Cause she had done this once before
She'd served a little time in a granny prison
For knocking over a false teeth store
Now their purses, were their weapon of choice
Cause, that's something they knew how to use
And if you've ever been hit, by a granny purse
Then you know, how it can leave a bruise
Anyway, off they went, to claim their prize
For, it was much too late to turn back
Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers
Carrying their purses and a burlap sack
To make a long story short, they pulled it off
Just in time for the old folks dance
And you better believe those grannies looked sharp
In their support hose and pink hot pants
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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