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Limerick Grandmother Poems | Limerick Poems About Grandmother
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My grandmother lost her glass eye
She sneezed when she breathed in a fly
As her eyeball flew by
She exclaimed my oh my
My glass eye has learned how to fly
Copyright © Erik Savage | Year Posted 2017
To the lake to the lake,
Fish to fry clams to bake.
This has been grandmother's cry
Now on birthdays she brings rye,
If just once she'd bring a cake.
Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2015
"There'll BEANO More Money For You!!!"
It’s time to visit Uncle Sam,
though he doesn’t quite know who I am-
Used to call me Nellie,
my true name is Ellie,
he was never part of the fam!
So, I showed up on a white horse,
he forgot who I was…OF COURSE!
Said “I got some bad news,
pops and grams said they’re through,
left you money in the divorce.”
Sam lifted up his gut to fart,
I said, “OH NO! PLEASE DON’T YOU START!”
Like at mom's reunion,
or my First Communion,
his gas sounded just like Mozart!
Now what was I supposed to say,
I’d been tired from riding all day-
“Where’s my money Nellie?”
tucked it in his belly,
got on my horse and rode away.
Next day grams called me on the phone,
she said Sam wouldn’t leave her alone-
He wanted more money,
grams thought that was funny,
on BEANO his money was blown!
Syllable count: 8-8-6-6-8
April 27, 2017
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2017
Never thought I'd arrive
at the age of the Sunday Drive
Grandma did it
when I was a kid it
probably kept her alive
I was the driver on one of her last
needless to say, going too fast.
I touched her hand
said, "I understand,"
but I didn't, for soon she passed.
I've no particular fear of a drive on Sunday
But I sincerely hope I make it to Monday
The way my grandkid drives
I hope she survives
to bury me, like I did my grandma, some day.
Copyright © lim'rik flats | Year Posted 2017