The Granny GangA Poem by WhiskurzHere's a story about a gang of grannies Who knocked over a panty hose store They were nothing, without their support hose And they just couldn't take it anymore Late one night at an old folks home A few grannies were hatching a plan Their varicose veins were getting in their way Of catching themselves a man So they decided, enough was enough And, they'd reclaim their feminine wiles And there happened to be a panty hose store Down the road just a couple of miles Now, if they got caught, what would it matter? 'Cause, it was a very small price to pay And even if they gave them life in prison Well, that was probably just one more day Now, the leader of the gang was ninety years old 'Cause she had done this once before She'd served a little time in granny prison For robbing a false teeth store Now their purses were their weapon of choice Cause that's something they knew how to use And if you've ever been hit by a granny purse Then you know it can leave a bruise Anyway, off they went, to claim their prize For, it was much too late to turn back Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers Their purses and a burlap sack To make a long story short, they pulled it off Just in time for the old folks dance And you better believe those grannies looked sharp In support hose and pink hot pants
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Added on May 6, 2012Last Updated on May 6, 2012 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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