She climbed upon the table, started to unbutton her blouse.
You could have heard a pin drop, in Charlie Brown's Steak House.
I sat there in awe, wondering why grandma, was acting so darn strange.
Then she burst into a song, started singing home home on the range.

Grandpa got up from the table, and said, Annie you come here.
She just smiled, gave him a wink, then unhooked her brazier.
By the way my names not Annie, you can call me Chris.
You know you're kind of handsome, would you like some of this?

Then she reached into her purse, pulled out this dick shaped pink
vibrator.
My wife said, George you'd best call her doctor, we need to sedate her.
Charlie said don't worry folks, we'll just call Officer Malone.
I'm sure he'll birng a squad car here, and you can take your grandma
home.

We now have a tradition; we meet here, the same time every year.
In memembrance of my grandma, we have a few laughs, a good steak
and a beer.
I don't recall ever seeing grandma, not wearing any clothes.
Can't believe I saw this woman, wearing nothing but her panty hose.

Of course we made the front page of the Morris Town Gasette.
That night was really something, one that I won't soon forget.
I was only fifteen, now I'm twenty seven.
Grandma and Grandpa, well they both are gone, God took them both to
heaven.

Darn Paparazzi, and can you believe Grandpa had the picture framed.
Whew.

Written January 31, 2009_______by Wildecat