Granddad's got new glasses,
But he still can't see his feet.
No, his eyes are not the problem.
It's the amount of food he eats.
Funny Poem About Grandad Getting Fat
Granddad's got new glasses,Featured Shared Story
Grandma may be splittin hairs
to call Grandpa rotund,
but I believe she's got it right
as he weighs in at a quarter ton!
And just between you and me
and the lamppost on the...
Grandma's On The Dancefloor.Grandma Knows How To Enjoy A Wedding Party
Grandma's on the dancefloor
Shaking what she's got
If it don't shake it wobbles
And boy does it wobble a lot.
Growing Old And Going Bald
Granddad's got hair on his fingers,
Hair on his toes,
Hair in his ears,
Hair up his nose.Featured Shared Story
I like the poem. It shows the love of the grandchild to the grandfather. And it's funny!
I Bet I'll Die A Painful DeathWallowing In Self Pity
I bet I'll die a painful death
Agony assured until my final breath
Foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog
Rotting away like a rain soaked log.
Something She AteMum Is On A Diet And Her Daughter Doesn't Like It!
Just because mum has pledged to eat veg
I don't see why I have to too
I'd rather eat burgers with thinly cut fries
And maybe a gherkin or two.
Salty TearThe Risk Of Escaping The Civil War In Syria.
Hush now, quietly. Little Aylan's at rest.
The savage waves that stole his life now lapping at his chest.
Say a silent prayer now. He's reached the promised land.
There Are Too Many Mice In The FieldsA Scheming Politician Gets Caught Out
"There are too many mice in the fields,"
purred the perfectly groomed Lord Mayor.
"I've had my fill," he said, licking his lips,
"It's time someone else took their share."
The Music Of The NightListening To The Sounds Of The Night
When demons pick at my troubled mind
And the passage to sleep becomes harder to find
I close my eyes, turn out the light
And listen to the music of the night.
Poems by Graham Craven
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