Grandma Wears Denim
Grandma wears denim
and I don’t just mean
to festivals
or them button down
ankle length gowns
all the debutantes wear
nowadays ..
Grandma wears denim
and she’s proud
of those tiny black and
gold stars
temporarily pinned to
the brows
above those baby blue
eyes of hers ..
Grandma wears denim
with frayed
seams and the hems well
soaked
in patchouli, just like the
ends of her braids ..
Grandma don’t care though
she downs pints
and drops acid, just like she
always did
back in the good old days ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments5
Should I meet her?! lol.
You can try your luck ............. 🙂
Whew - - what a gal -- Who wouldn't be proud of a Granny like that.........x
just wish I could pass it on Fay .......... thank you x
Good for you, Gal - forget 'mutton dressed as lamb' - you are only as old as you feel: I'm a bit of a Peter Pan meself, so p'raps we could get together sometimes ..never thoughr the internet could.....
I am glad you gave this the thumbs up you old dog 🙂
Never caught any of my nan's in denim. It probably isn't as comfortable a garment to don at a certain age.
ah' but she was never caught in them, she always gave herself up 🙂
Hahaha! Never thought of it that way N.
Still in her youthful days Neville, that is great.
Andy
She will be one hundred and thirty-five next birthday sir ..
Neville 🙂
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