She is picking aroung like a bloody great hen
He is an old and ill man
Not only does she pick on me
But she will also pick on he
She talks of times when she'd smack them over her knee
All the time like, " 1,2,3!".
Grandma and Grandpa
She waits over his death bed
And says nothing nice to float inside his head
She said only if he had money
Would they ever be wed
My Grandmother is a green, mean, mad witch. Queen Bee bitch.
Hey y'all!
I Hate My Grandmother is a poem about my real life grandma. Just so you know, she is a very, very mean person. Used me too many times for me to forget. Thanks for reading!
Love,
Lockley
He is an old and ill man
Not only does she pick on me
But she will also pick on he
She talks of times when she'd smack them over her knee
All the time like, " 1,2,3!".
Grandma and Grandpa
She waits over his death bed
And says nothing nice to float inside his head
She said only if he had money
Would they ever be wed
My Grandmother is a green, mean, mad witch. Queen Bee bitch.
Hey y'all!
I Hate My Grandmother is a poem about my real life grandma. Just so you know, she is a very, very mean person. Used me too many times for me to forget. Thanks for reading!
Love,
Lockley
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