Grandpa Got Hit By Grandma's Shot Gun. Poem by Michael Gale

(Sung to the song ' Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer'.)


Grandpa got hit by grandma's shot gun...
It was loaded quite by silly, chance.

Grandma shot poor old grandpa...
Her eggnog packed one quite a punch.

You see-grandma did not like grandpa...
You see she was often ed out to lunch.

Christmas time had found poor old grandpa...
Sleeping' outside in the pooch's old dog's house.

Grandma was quite still mad at grandpa...
For playing the ponies at the track.

Now grandpa really liked his ponies....
And grandma was now on the offensive attack.

The rent money was now two month's behind...
And grandpa was not sure where he could arise.

Now grandpa drank up all the paycheck...
Now you know why, grandpa was not much, too the wise.

Grandpa always did bet on the football games...
Only because he was not all that smart.

Old grandma got out her shot gun...
To show the old coot, he was not the oldest best.

Grandpa liked to wager all his money...
He loved to go out and make quite a highest bet.

Grandma went to jail, for shooting grandpa...
Grandma was really, quite upset.

Grandma spent her final years in prison...
And that is where she finally went and spent.

That was the last time she got out her shot gun...
Long time is where she at last, lastly went.