A Poem By My Granny

(Originally posted on March 25, 2015)

It’s my gran’s funeral today. The whole family are together, going through photographs, preparing food and drink for after the service, sharing stories and hugs. I found this poem in a pile of papers. My mum says Gran wrote it a few years ago (she was 99 when she died last week). It’s about, erm, Viagra…

Ode To Viagra

His courting days were over,

His little light was spent.

What used to be his pride and joy

Was now embarassment.

However, to the Doc he went

And to his consternation

He was able to perform again

And gain rejuvenation.

by Joan Hancock, aged 91.