When Grandma read Fifty Shades – A poem by Granddad.

Makes me wanna read the book. Not so sure about doing what it says though. Better wait until hubby starts hormone replacement therapy. Like to have him around enjoying retirement with me, rather than up in Heaven twiddling his thumbs…wishing he could go another few rounds. OOPS! Now wasn’t that naughty. Read on and you’ll see what I mean. And make sure you laugh. After all, it’s only fiction.

…or is it???


The missus bought a paperback

down Shepton Mallet way.

I had a look inside her bag;

T’was Fifty shades of Grey.

Well, I just left her to it,

and at ten I went to bed.

An hour later she appeared;

the sight filled me with dread….

In her left she held a rope;

and in her right a whip!

She threw them down on the floor,

and then began to strip.

Well, Fifty years or so ago;

I might have had a peek.

But Mabel hasn’t weathered well

She’s eighty four next week.

Watching Mabel bump and grind,

could not have been much grimmer.

And then things went from bad to worse.

She toppled off her zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;

a couple of minutes later.

She put her teeth back in and said

“I am a Dominator!”

Now if you knew our Mabel.

you’d see just why…

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hugs for sharing some brief thoughts...and keeping them positive

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