GRANNY and the BIKERS

The old battered shop as I passed by
Had things in the window that caught my eye

Patterns and colours so bright and clear
But could I afford them, were they too dear?

I was about to turn and take my leave
When I felt someone grab and pull at my sleeve
It was Sailor Bill and he said with a grin
'We're having a sale, wont you come in?'

Whilst I still did hesitate
Bill said 'Now just you wait.'
'For the likes of you it's free today
Someone like you doesn't have to pay'

To an offer like this, my joy I couldn't hide
I pointed at the door and said 'Let's go inside'
I entered the shop with some trepidation
My body was covered in perspiration

It was something I'd wanted for such a long time
But now I was getting one it seemed like a crime

Inside the shop were some leather-clad men
I just shoved my way through not caring about them
But one of them turned and looked my way
He said 'Hello Granny, why are you here today?'

It was my grandson Tom, so tall and so lean
Always turning up where he's not wanted, if you know what I mean.

'I�m getting a tattoo, Bill said they are free'
Bill shouted over 'You can have two, or even three'

'How is it she doesn't have to pay?'
Tom asked Bill in a surly way
Bill replied
With a joy he couldn't hide
'Just look at her skin, it�s so old and so crinkley,
I've always wanted to tattoo a wrinkly.'


I grabbed his throat and showed him the back of my hand
'Any more from you and you won't be able to stand'

I selected a... Dragon and sat in the chair
All the bikers silently, stood and stared

The pain it was fierce
Just like a blunt blade
But although it hurt dreadfully
Not a sound was made

When it was done the bikers all cheered
I had a helmet stuck on by a man with a beard

'You're one of us now.' He said with a grin
And playfully gave me a tap on the chin

'Hooray for Granny!'
They shouted as one
But none looked so proud
As my grandson Tom