Grannies On A Road Trip
5/17/2025
They jumped into the her car..that Spring night.
Pangie and her friends, fully eager for a night
of pure delight!
They were out on a hunt for some hot men?
Pangie, that eighty-seven- old flirt led the way,
Giggling grandmas, had fun all night and day!
Categories:
grannies, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
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
Categories:
grannies, age,
Form: Free verse
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 gripping barbed wire
Its wooden posts, ghosts, after forty winters
a bright sun to burn forehead and forearms.
Later, those arms will stick to the oilcloth of her table
but then I'll be listening to conversations
Words to the rhythm of a dying wall clock
as moths tap unheeded on her kitchen window
Categories:
grannies, childhood, grandparents,
Form: Free verse
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 !
Categories:
grannies, allegory, loss,
Form: Free verse
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 of a truck
Sadness a silliness watching you go down the road
Me Grannies old fridge
Categories:
grannies, nostalgiaold, old,
Form: I do not know?
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 just don’t care”
We’d phone the local station
The bobby knew the score
As usually she left it
Outside the co op store
Reluctantly we did it
Went round to grannies house
Crept into the garden shed
As quiet as a mouse
Took our grannies treasured bike
Dismantled bit by bit
Collected up the pieces
And we threw them in the skip
Categories:
grannies, childhood, family
Form: Light Verse