my poor old Granny
forgot her frilly knickers
her name was Franny
and walked along to vicars
she sat down open legged
her knickers she'd forgot
vicar looked up and begged
and spotted a fly to swat
with newspaper he hit hard
old Granny not impressed
then like a slice of lard
he rubbed it on his vest
moving towards another chair
sitting there very swift
he forgot about Auntie Claire
on that chair her ashes sift
no worries he though
as he stroked the arm
Granny looked rather fraught
then again she did charm
vicar shouted at Granny
'where are your knickers? '
'vicar' said she 'very canny'
out from handbag snickers
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