While going through some of Grandma's writings, we came across this poem. Now, my Grandmother was a always a lady, but she had a great sense of humor. This is just too funny not to share....
The Golden Years
(Caution: Keep out of the hands of small children)
The Golden Years? Don’t hand me that!
My hair is thin; my ankles fat.
I laugh by chance
I wet my pants.
My figure has turned upside down;
My boobs are flat, my stomach’s round.
My love canal
Is dry as hell.
And just my teeth go out at night.
A b.m. is the day’s highlight.
My organs are all out of tune.
The Golden Years? Go suck a prune!
- By Marie Horejs
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Now there's an interesting poem :-).
ReplyDeleteJen
I think I would have loved your Grandma!
ReplyDeleteAddie
I agree with Addie, that's a hoot!
ReplyDeleteLMAO... that was great!
ReplyDeleteSo cute! Thanks for sharing.
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