Just minding my business on my front porch
A young man struts by carrying a torch
He winks at me with a crazy stare
As I sit here in my rocking chair
This little pervert
Enjoys being bold
Playing the innocent
Teasing the old
Day after day, he has nothing to say
I try hard not to look his way.
cause
He'll throw a kiss
Lick his lips,
Shake his hips,
All the time a grinnin
Little does he know,
That I may be old,
I can be bold,
Show him a jerk,
Lift my skirt,
I'm still fine and dandy.
So, come here little boy
Gran-ma's got some candy.
Christine Kerr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-mess-with-old-people/
