You: Holy cow are all readers of this blog extremely good looking?
Me: Yes they are. It is unclear at this point whether all readers of Larainy Days were all gloriously attractive before reading the blog, or whether a daily perusal of the wisdom contained herein has a cumulative beautifying effect.
You: That is downright remarkable.
Me: Indeed.
You: Can I just read the dang poem now.
Me: Indeed.
When Grandmas Fall in Love
By Miss Rhoda Peters
When grandmas fall in love
They already know
That eventually, the twirling in the belly
Will slow to a gentle churn
But gentle churning still
Can
Turn you into butter.
When grandmas fall in love
They already know
That every body
Looks better in the dark.
Well
Maybe with a small candle
Like a tea light.
When grandmas fall in love
They already know
Enough
To skip what doesn’t matter
And enough
To not skip
Down the sidewalk.
When grandmas fall in love
They already know
A lot of things
But can’t remember half of them
And that is why
Grandpas
Have half a chance.
(Now run fast and look in the mirror and see if you are better looking, then let me know.)
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