Everyone knew that the house was haunted.
It’s been like this since grandpa passed away.
Bringing my things I moved in undaunted,
after all, I needed a place to stay.
A happy man, he never left the house;
‘twas grandma’s smile that made him feel so good.
A frisky guy, his hand in grandma’s blouse,
they would play, in the bedroom like they should.
He is obsessed, at night I hear his voice,
he sings to her, through the cracks and ridges.
“Darling, take off your clothes and let’s rejoice.”
“Sweetheart, take out your pearly white bridges.”
That’s the truth, that’s how grandpa died that night,
when her teeth came out, grandpa died of fright.
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Adding your comment:
you had me laughing at this wonderful sonnet you penned for all of us to behold. The subject, rhythm, rhyme and over all love that went into this one leave me awed. You my very good friend leave your mark on each piece that you write and this was amazing. I am still thinking of those "pearly white bridges" and LMAO. 
...never to old to play
