Great Grandma Kicked Some Butt

When my mother was at the age of thirteen, A dirty old man asked her to come clean, He invited her over so she could make a few bucks When she arrived he was in a black tucks He was the neighbor across the street, His wife was at work and he viewed my mom as weak This man locked the door when my mother arrived, Went to go kiss her, to feed his sick drive, My mom ran out the back door and went across the street, Little did this man know he was in for a “delightful treat!” My great grandma lived six towns away My mother called her in a state of panic and disarray A forty minute drive, granny made it in fifteen Granny drove her old ford like a race car machine When she arrived, she kicked that man’s door down She did not care if anyone was around That man jumped up by that loud sound She hit him so hard he fell right on the ground She slapped him around with her left shoe Cursed him out in Italian, while threatening him too Later that night my mother’s dad came home He is a little man with a loud groan He heard the story and went across the way Took his shot gun and made this man pay Told him if he ever touched his daughter again, He would shoot off his little “private friend,” He made this man cry in his own living room, But I promise you this man never again tried to consume, Every little girl on that street, He knew not to look at or he would get severally beat, My family has many stories of my Great Granny saving the day, Never mess with an Italians family, they handle things in their own special way. By:Sabina Nicole Contest: Written:9/29/11 Every family has stories that get past down from one generation to the next. I was blessed to have had my mother’s grandparents until about 6 years ago. They did not speak any English and my great granny was a crazy awesome woman. She grew up on a farm in Italy and had to do a lot on her own. She raised all the children and grandchildren but was old school about a lot of stuff. I remember my great grandparents fighting with each other even in the nursing home. They were married for 58 years; they shared a room in the nursing home that had two separate beds. My great grandma use to hit my great grandpa with her cane from across the bedroom. It was funny to watch. They may have fought but they loved each other so much, my great grandma died 6 years ago and less than a year later my great grandpa died too. Now they are in heaven together, I don’t think there’s fighting in heaven, God don't allow that;)