' Charge up your batteries,
We're going for a ride, '
Says Motorcycle Granny,
' There's no place you can hide.'
The Convalescent parking lot
Is where the seniors wait,
For the ride of their life,
Granny's always got a date.
' Hold on to your dentures,
Are you wearing your Depends? ',
While the motorcycle ventures
And the front of it ascends
To avoid the only speed bump,
That's how Granny makes new friends.
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