10. Grandma

With dismay in my heart; to grandma we go,
she's freaky and limber and doesn't know no,

I hide and I run; I jump and I dive,
to stay away from the being; that's barely alive,

Oh no I hear crackling; her hips jerked; she moaned,
her prolapse extended; my reaction was slow,

The sight and the smell; my body grew cold,
a kiss on my cheek; from her lips down below.

I cried as I rotted; reminded them so,
all the ride over; I wished never to go