Grandma Wednesday
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
Walking home from our house Halloween.
Now you can say there's no such thing as witches.
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.
She'd consumed too many spirits.
And we begged her not to go.
But she'd forgot her Belladonna,
So she sacheted out the door, we didn't know.
When they found her the next morning
At the scene of the attack.
She had bristles on her forehead,
And incriminating brush marks on her back.
Grandma got ran over by a broomstick.
Walking home from our house Halloween.
You can say there's no such thing as witches,
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.
Now we're all so proud of grandpa.
He's been taking it so well.
See him in there watching wrestling,
Drinking wine and dancing skyclad with cousin Nell.
It's not Samhain without grandma.
She's the one with the big hat.
And we just can't help but wonder,
Should we divvy up her candy, or send it back.
Grandma got ran over by a broomstick,
Walking home from our house Halloween.
You can say there's no such thing as witch's.
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.
Now the punch is on the table,
And the pumpkin, it's so big.
And the black and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair in grandma's wig.
I've warned all my friends and neighbors,
Better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license,
To a gal who flies a broomstick deosil.
(Deosil: Clockwise. The term is usually used to refer to the direction
of a witch's dance or Circle-casting.)
Grandma got ran over by a broomstick,
Walking home from our house Halloween.
You can say there's no such thing as witch's,
But as for me and grandpa, we believe.
A church congregation decided to have four
separate worship services each Sunday.
There was one section for those people who
were new to the faith, another for regular
members who preferred the more traditional
worship service, one for those who'd lost
their faith and wanted to get it back, and a
separate service for those who had had some
unsuccessful experiences with other churches
and had some complaints.
The four divisions are named:
Finders,
Keepers,
Losers,
Weepers.
When asked why he didn't raise his hand Tommy replied,"I'm sorry, I can't. My mother told me to come right home after Sunday school."
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