Gramma’s Shotgun

Years from now, I’ll tell my son,
“Whatever you do, don’t forget,
your Gramma’s got a shotgun.”

That’s right, she really has one.
It’s black, and its name is Scarlet,
and that’s what I’ll tell my son.

“Don’t mess with her, even for fun.
Do nothing that you might regret,
’cause your Gramma’s got a shotgun.”

The worst thing she’s ever done
is threaten to kill the dog with it,
but that’s not what I’ll tell my son.

I’ll say, “When she’s mad, you’d better run.
Pray you don’t see how mad she can get,
’cause your Gramma’s got a shotgun.

You’re lucky she hasn’t spun
around and tried to shoot you yet.”
Years from now, I’ll tell my son,
“Your Gramma’s got a shotgun.”

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About CobraQuiz

A political writer.
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