That's How We Met! Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I once met a woman from Nantucket.
Who wanted me to add fluid in her bucket...

'GRANDPA? ? ? '

You asked me to recite a poem!
You kids don't know what you want.

'Yeah,
But grandpa...
Comeon.
You've got to have more on your mind,
Besides sex! '

SEX?
You kids are sumthin' else!
Who in the hell's talking about sex?
That woman just happens to have been your grandmother.
She sucked some gasoline out of my car,
To get her own started.
Using a hose.
I had never seen that before.
That's how we met!
And sex was the furthest thing from our minds.

'Oh yeah?
Well...
How did my mother get here? '

On a TRAIN!
How many times do I have to tell you that! ?