Grandma Wer Poem by Perry Campanella

Grandma Wer



She wer a tappin' to her tunes...
those Mississippi blues,
Step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
For she wer' so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...For a new... Hair do, ...
She wer', a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots wer' a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all that booze,
While that kettle there wer' whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
Good ole...mississip-pi blues, '

That floor there, wer a bouncin'
Holdin' hands we wer' a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In her kitchen, to those...
sounds, - And...
Where Grandma's feet wer' a stompin',

In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)

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