My Granma Betsy Poem by Noel Chesco

GRANDMA 2 GRANDDAUGHTER.
My dear diary,
Today,
I write I write,
Of some old will,
That I took as nothing,
Now im here,
Hanging on a rope,
That's hugging my neck,
It goes like this;

My Granma Betsy,
One day told me,
You look so sexy where you goin',
Just be very careful as i always say,
Women love love,
While men love the bed.

Then,
Prom night came,
I mean graduation,
All I ever hoped for,
Was retaliation,
A kiss maybe here,
A kiss maybe there,
Gosh! Who knows? Even a one night stand.

Hallelujah! ,
Its college,
And I met Freddy,
I really acknowledge,
He's better than Eddy,
The accident!
We forgot little neddy,
An energy drink carton,
Un-pregnant already!

Its second year,
Since Granma died,
Once she asked me,
If I was - you know
Damn I lied,
See from high school,
Well I died,
The boys uncover,
What the girls want to hide.

One night, I recall,
I dressed up,
A blue jeans and a top,
That I bought at the shop,
Was about 8: 30 when I got whooshed,
A jingle, ingle, wriggle in the nearest bush.

I remember,
I cried,
What could I do?
I just had sex while fists I threw,
Am infected?
God who knew?
Might turn out,
Im preggers too.

First thing,
Next day,
The clinic door,
An apple a day,
Keeps the doctor away,
Well turned out my apple,
Was not just through,
‘Twas red, red, red, not
Green or blue.

So girls be careful,
Of what you do,
Just be respectful,
Have dignity too,
And be very careful,
Like my Grannie used to say;
Women love love but men love the bed.

from the will of Ella Cantasela, (courtesy of the Cantasella's house)