Grandmas aren’t Gentlemen!
Not too often
Do I take oldies on my bike
As I fear my driving
Will cause BP, Sugar et al to hike
When asked for a ride
I often blush,
Like a traditional Indian bride
Putting my head down and hiding from their stride
But once I acknowledged,
My grandma's ask
As I saw my dad's eyes
Warning me to be put to task
My bike started with a roar
"You can go fast" she declared
Encouraged I accelerated
More, more and more
I was really racing
When she tried adjusting her saree
My vehicle jerked and
Almost fell under a lorry
I acted fast and balanced the bike
As we saw the lorry go
"I saved her" I thought with a pale face
"Ha ha ha" she laughed
"At last" she yelled "the lorry won the race"!!
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Oh gosh! They do know how to live don't they?! Just give them the opp, and you'll find them dancing on the streets!
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