Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

The Last Laugh

One day my half brother Eric 
From Oklahoma, visited us
He brought with him some fake vomit
Just to see who he could disgust!

When he was close to my grandma
He heaved and dropped it on the floor
We laughed at the look on her face
First a giggle, then up to a roar!

Then we saw her sweeping it up
At the trash can she threw it in
Even though we said, "It's not real!"
She shuffled off, and I saw her grin!

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Line Gauthier April 19, 2018 at 6:00 PM LOL - You are the master, Pat. I had to FAVE this one. I love that sly Grandma. You described the exchanges so very well. Pat Adams April 19, 2018 at 6:13 PM Thank you so much Line, sometimes it amazes me that I can remember something so vividly from so long ago, but can't remember where I put my glasses 15 minutes ago! Go figure!...............80)

Ilene Bauer April 19, 2018 at 5:43 PM i'd say you have a cool grandma! a fun poem, pat... Pat Adams April 19, 2018 at 6:11 PM She was and she gave no quarter, figuratively or otherwise!! You might say she was a switch hitter!.........80)

Jan Allison April 19, 2018 at 5:33 PM lol Pat vomit is one thing I hate dealing with - can deal with poop no problem at all, I guess I write enough of it lol:-) hugs jan xx Pat Adams April 19, 2018 at 6:09 PM Well, I guess the Queen of poop is better than the vixen of vomit!!........80(......in some neighborhoods anyway!

Mystic Rose Rose April 19, 2018 at 3:44 PM Light hearted poetry is good for the soul, nice sharing Pat Adams April 19, 2018 at 6:08 PM Well, thank your miss....Dust? I welcome all comments! Have a great day!