Grandma Always Slept NudeA Poem by Sharon Miller BolanderSeries of limericksGRANDMA ALWAYS SLEPT NUDE
A male toad with a craving for bugs Hopped inside to lay low on our rugs. In the middle of night, Grandma turned on a light. Poor toad croaked at the sight of her jugs. When old Grandma saw toad on the floor, She assumed that the croak was a snore. With her nude as can be, A kiss, his destiny, The toad yelled, “No prince am I, you w***e!” The real truth of the matter remains--- An urn now holds our Grandma’s cremains. Yes, she kissed him; she did. Her prince was just a kid, And our rugs are now marked with poop stains. © 2008 Sharon Miller BolanderReviews
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