This One’s for You Nana

It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.

I kissed my nana with this mouth. She kissed me back.

 

She liked my dance with a different drummer.

Do your boobs hang low? Do they wobble to and fro?

Hers did.

 

And Jesus loved the little children.

ALL THE CHILDREN.

Not just yours.

 

She needed a new ass, hers had a hole in it.

Oh, sing her toothless wonder.

 

We bake when our neighbor dies. If one of us gets an elk, everyone gets some elk.

Papa always has a goodie.

 

Fifth wheel rug burns on their 50th. Wouldn’t be able to get it up even if he found it.

I didn’t say it, she did.

It went down the anals* of history.

 

Gotta be quicker than that.

 

She wasn’t born in a barn and she wasn’t born yesterday.

And she was tickled by a wind up penis.

 

Be good and if you can’t be good, get some for her.

A bushel and a peck.

Always.

 

 

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