I went to see my granny
Just the other day
I sat down on her couch
With nothing much to say
Minutes passed
And I just laughed
As she sat and picked her nose
She's very bendy
My granny Wendy
She can lick and bite her toes
Just as I was thinking that
Her foot began to rise
Her tongue came out her mouth
And she licked and bit then sighs
Her face looked sad
And then looked mad
As she stared straight at her toes
"My foot tastes wrong"
And it wasn't long
Before her toe was up her nose
Her ears all stuffed with wool
She likes to use it for her knitting
She removed a little bit
And started work where she was sitting
Then a sound
That shook the ground
Followed by a vile stench
Her cheeks had parted
And she had farted
That ridiculous old wench
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Thursday Tickler by Gypsie Ink.
300 points, ended August 1, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Oh, for God's sake! Monty Python, move over (that reference may be a bit old for you). Great laughs, ye scuttled me fleet, lass!
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Congratulations on the Bronze award!
Well Done!
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Eeewwww!
That is twisted funny! I like your take and now it's in my head and that is just gross!!!! Wonderful write! Thank you for your entry and best of luck in my contest! -
Old fart. hehehe, very funny, PL
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What a charming relative you have, reminds me of the ones my friends always had ready to give you a taste of their gin at the drop of a hat or the mention of calling the police.
Sweet dreams.
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Brilliant
Yeah sounds very much like one of those grannys... thanks for commenting!!
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