Grandma speeding down the road
Meanwhile the grandpa going so slow
She trying to call with her mobile
It's a bit leggy, don't know what number to dial
The slower she goes the more she ages
She still has a phone book with lots of pages
The sun is hot and the car full speed
Loads of caffeine is what she needs
Maybe not so old, but an early bird
You could be 80. But that's just what I've heard
When bruno said he felt like sleeping
You jumped in the car, so you went leaping
Always avoiding all stop signs
Summers car be smelling like pines
When you arrive at your destination
You know it's time for cremation
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
