Where have all the Grandmas gone?
In the dim and distant
past
When life's tempo wasn't so fast,
Grandma used to rock and
knit,
Crochet, tat and baby sit.
When the kids were in a
jam,
They could always call on Gram.
But today she's in the
gym
Exercising to keep slim.
She's checking the web or surfing the
net,
Sending some e-mail or placing a bet.
Nothing seems to stop or
block her,
Now that Grandma's off her rocker.
- anon
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