ALMOST FREE LOVE
Granny snored here on the couch
lost and lonely, became a grouch
'til we got her a cheap birthday pc
now she's a flirting internet junkie
heard her whispering about "Killer"
in nightly calls seemed to thrill her
something's gotten mighty strange
in Granny using that "Killer" name
hours on chat internet, she'd get
younger by the day, never forget
even insists she's got a hot date
with some dude tonight real late
Granny put her best red dress on
she's all doll'd-up, just like a prom
got her high-heels and walker, too
what is our ole Granny out to do?
Granny's on her way out the door
don't ask her what she's going for
she's got the hankering for cereal
think she told us; or was it serial?
heard tires squealing at midnight
not a sound outta Granny tonight
so we went to her bedroom door
ain't a sound in there like before
She's runaway with "CerealKiller"
a chatter who seemed to thrill her
sends us a postcard from Florida
California, Hawaii, even Canada
She thanks ole "Killer" and AARP
living life on the edge almost free
in sowing wild oats on each shore
Go, Granny, Go! Snore no more!
(c) 2004 Mumsleigh Sinclair
aka Rennie Lorca
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