By Carol Argryis
My Gran was hit on the head by a radio-controlled plane. She had never been a Nobel prizewinner in communications before, but there was a weird coherence to her swearing, rambling, and blaspheming. It all came out like word salad after the plane hit. She heard I was going to a poetry slam, liked the word ‘slam’ and insisted on going along with me. After listening to two performers, Gran loudly declared she could do better. Someone helped her onto the stage where she let the words fall out for an hour non-stop.
So help me, they gave her a prize.
A lot of humor packed into a few words. Liked it!
Many thanks for the comment Bobby.;-)
Enjoyed this. Thank you.
Thanks for your comment.:-)
Ha! Great humor ?
That was supposed to be a smiley, not question mark.
Thank you Endless Edits – I got that! 😉