Gramma and Grampa
are both getting older.
I think Grampa
is getting a little bolder.
Gramma slapped him
'cause out in public
he tried to hold her.
He looked a bit shocked
and rubbed his whiskers.
Then all was well
when she smiled
and whispered
'You'll have to wait
'til we get home dear.'
(1998)
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