Poem: My Granny.
My Granny.
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My Gran’s a Goth,
She’s dressed in black
With red and purple hair.
She rides a Harley Davidson
Her breasts make workmen stare.
She’s small and loud
She likes a spliff
There’s nothing she’ll refuse.
She swears just like a trucker
And she really loves her booze.
Her skirts are high
Her necklines low
There’s not much in between.
She’s catching up with all the fun
She missed out as a teen.
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