Poor Grandpa!!
Grandma's Surfin' The Net
We miss her homemade biscuits
Grandma's surfin' the net, She's on her e-mail network
Grandma's never surfed at Malibu She's never met a beach bum;
Grandma's getting older When St. Peter comes to call,
BACK TO
Grandma's Poem Site
and call us on the phone.
She would talk to us for hours;
now she leaves us all alone.
and I'll make this little bet �
If you want to contact Grandma,
you'll have to surf the net.
yes, she's surfin' the net.
We've been calling her all morning
and we haven't got her yet.
with all her electronic friends.
If you want to talk to Grandma,
you'll have to surf the net.
or caught a wave at Waikiki.
She's never seen a surf board; hang
ten doesn't mean a thing, you see.
to her, Moon Doggie is just a pup.
But when she heads to her computer,
you know the surf is up.
and her eyes are getting dim.
Her random access memory is
half of what it's been.
she'll say I can't go yet.
He'll have to wait on Grandma,
'cause Grandma's surfin' the net.