12-24-2014, 05:53 AM
Bottle’s become microphones,
grandma thinks she’s Cher;
limbo dancing nieces flail
but grandpa’s unaware.
Napping with a drink in hand,
his snores conduct the beat;
my voice is like a crocodile’s,
so I just move my feet.
grandma thinks she’s Cher;
limbo dancing nieces flail
but grandpa’s unaware.
Napping with a drink in hand,
his snores conduct the beat;
my voice is like a crocodile’s,
so I just move my feet.