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Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Grandchild's Lament

D'ya have to be a punk Nan,
I mean, you're gettin' on a bit
For all those facial piercings,
Tattoos and all that shit.

And what about your music Nan'
I like Tupac, Biggie and Snoop,
But all we get at your house
Is Sex Pistols on a loop!

When you pick me up from school Nan
D'ya think that you could change
Cos your New Rocks and bondage trousers
Make people look at you strange.

It's not that I'm embarrassed Nan,
Oh no, no, not a jot
But my friends have started teasing me
................. a lot.

It's not that I don't love you Nan,
In fact, I think you're kinda nifty, but....
D'ya HAVE to be a punk Nan,
After all, you're nearly fifty!