Best Grannies Poems

My granny rode a bicycle 
Till she was eighty four
We had to take it off of her
We couldn’t take no more
For every day she lost it 
Forget where it was put
She’d find her way to our house
Arriving there on foot
“Someone’s pinched my bike” she’d say
“It’s...

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I've got a story, that needs to be told,
about my mean ole granny, she's pushing "83" years old.
She came at me trippin, it was a Tuesday night,
griping up a storm bout her broken, bedroom nightlite.
She claims I attempted to cause her to trip,
with ending up...

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Summer Holidays In Grannies

I remember the hives of summer
down in grannies place
and June's illusions bouncing on the lane
Unformed people floating on hot black air
There at the bottom of the Tournant Road
by the gap overlooking the glen
I would press myself against the dry stone wall
to look...

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Me Grannies old fridge

You’re gone now 
Good service given
A machine just a lump a collection of metal and parts
Machines just work or don’t 
When they stop they go
Service - what nonsense it’s a human term 
Just fantasy and imagination games of my mind
Working for twenty...

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Gone now
to a metals heaven
thrown there back of a truck
machine failures forgiven not
when they stop they go
but just fantasy imagination games my mind

A silliness just watching it going down the road !...

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they fly through the streets
on ten speed bikes
wearing tight speedos
delighting their men
showing off tattoos and *****
three well-known grannies
who have taught the town to play...

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