Grannies Poems - Poems about Grannies

Grannies On A Road Trip ...

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they fly through the streets on ten speed bikes wearing tight speedos delighting their men showing off tattoos and ***** three well-known grannies who have taught the town to play...

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I've got a story, that needs to be told, about my mean ole granny, she's pushing "83" years old. She came at me trippin, it was a Tuesday night, griping up a storm bout her broken, bedroom nightlite. She claims I attempted to cause her to trip, with ending up on floor, and a right broken hip. She waddled down the...

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Summer Holidays In Grannies I remember the hives of summer down in grannies place and June's illusions bouncing on the lane Unformed people floating on hot black air There at the bottom of the Tournant Road by the gap overlooking the glen I would press myself against the dry stone wall to look at a thousand beautiful things, or rock like a pendulum by...

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Gone now to a metals heaven thrown there back of a truck machine failures forgiven not when they stop they go but just fantasy imagination games my mind A silliness just watching it going down the road !...

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Me Grannies old fridge You’re gone now Good service given A machine just a lump a collection of metal and parts Machines just work or don’t When they stop they go Service - what nonsense it’s a human term Just fantasy and imagination games of my mind Working for twenty seven years Granny departed nineteen Out you go then Thrown there back...

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My granny rode a bicycle Till she was eighty four We had to take it off of her We couldn’t take no more For every day she lost it Forget where it was put She’d find her way to our house Arriving there on foot “Someone’s pinched my bike” she’d say “It’s gone, I don’t know where Kids today are heartless I’m sure they...

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