Tornado Grandma Pooped

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
tornado poetry

Submitted: July 11, 2015

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Tornado grandma an unusal sight

carrying her flashlight and raincoat

to a basement down below

tornado is a comin'

tornado is a comin'

and the rooster cried out

tornado grandma's apron is  tattered

a life shattered

29 marriages

109 kids

a body battered

hail stones laughter

granny rubs at a tattoo that won't come off

devil and the snake

grandma once fought them

with a golden rake

tornado a comin'

carrying her beek jerky down below

a basement of cockroaches and water bugs

you feel safe with the insects

happy critters

house sitters

and the pounding hail stones

and green sky

like a train comin'

trees bend as pencils

yellow, blood, and red

trains a comin'

sulphur gas and the weasel

devil takes no time for

a sad raincoat

and there grandma

floats

 a seed sown of vulgarity

a past lady of the night

an old lady of disgrace

and nobody laughed in

God's face

 

 


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