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Harley Ridin' Grandma
Ridin' down the highway
The warm wind in her hair,
Onlookers gocking on
Children giving funny faced stares.
She ran away from grandpa
He tried to chase her down,
But she was too fast for him
He cursed in the streets downtown.
Her silky, wrinkly flab
Bounced along with the breeze,
She was a Harley ridin' grandma
She was as fast as the seven seas.
The Harley wasn't hers
She stole it from grandpa,
Old ladies shouldn't steal
Especially a grandma.
She didn't want to be left behind
And that is a fact,
Who would want to be on a Harley
Ridin' piggy back?
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.12/2005
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