Road Warrior

Grandma’s awful - Behind the wheel;

Her horn will blow, - And her tires will squeal, 

Her voice gets loud - As the light turns “GO”,

And she says such words, - She should not know. 

  

She rolls down the window - All the way,

And loudly shouts, - “Get out of my way!”  

“You’ll dent my fender, - Or scratch my door,

Or break a window, - Or so much more.”

“If I just had - A bigger car,

They’d have more respect, - More respect by far.”

         

Now, Grandma’s finally - Calmed right down,

Because she bought a tank - To drive around town.

So, when you see her, - With gray hair flying,

Don’t try to out run her. - There’s no use trying.

Don’t get in her way, -And don’t make fun,

Cuz Grandmas tank’s - Got a great big gun.

Epilogue :

There’s Grandma - Stopped at the light,

And there’s not another - Vehicle in sight.

Everybody knows - To stay out of her way

Or she’ll roll right over you - And then say, “Have a nice day.”