I saw this pic and immediately thought of the 1947 poem:
Hold steady to grandma, lest she fall down
Let grass stains stay clear of her three button gown
‘Twill not be flattering should she choose to go prone
Give up the ghost, and leave Grandpa alone
But what of Aunt Doris who clings to the wrist
Of my sweet Cousin Lois who dare not resist
For fear that the lips of Doris get flubbery
As she sobs while Uncle Jim hides behind shrubbery
Has he donned trousers? Hast thou the knowledge?
He only had two years at community college
He lettered in arm wrestling; his grip was quite strong
To his daughter Eleanor, the gene passed along
And now she stands confident, with nary a frown
Holding steady to grandma, lest she fall down.
What a delightful poem. I have never heard it before. Clever post. I just imagined Granny needed support because she was into the tonic. To sooth her nerves for the big gathering.
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Ah, the tonic!
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Cool poem!
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Thanks!
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She looks like grandma Clampett. It looks the libations were flowing prior to this fabulous picture.
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Well, that makes sense bc Granny Clampett DID love to use moonshine as her “rheumatiz medicine.” Keep that in mind, should you have rheumatoid arthritis.
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+1 for any poem that ryhmes flubbery and shrubbery.
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LOL and I checked to make sure flubbery is a word!
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By the way, Granny could benefit from a visit to Macy’s foundations department for a little more support if you know what I mean and I think you do.
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I definitely know what you mean. She’s like melting better in need of a “cross your heart.”
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